"...." talking italics thinking *......* action <<....>> noises [...] translation ////~......~//// flashback
"I'm just following orders."
<<Pang pang pang>>
"Let us out!!"
"Shut up!!"
"Butch. This is rediculous."
"Back off Yuy."
After Quatre had rode off with his 30 followers, Butch and the rest of his bulldogs had picked up the little shaking boys collectively called X. Picked up meaning lifting them by the collar of their shirts or hoisting them over their shoulders like a pack of potatoes. Then, in front of a crowd of gawking teenagers, the dogs threw the boys into an equipment storage located beside the large gynasium. Sitting outside guarding the door, it seemed the dogs intended on keeping X there for a while. Heero and the rest of the Nerdy Bunch have thus been trying to reason and plead with them to let the boys out.
Heero: "Look these boys don't know what they're dealing with. Why don't you just let them go?"
Butch: "........I will." *crosses legs* "All in due time."
Meiran: "Hmph." *pulls W's shirt* "Why can't we just leave them? What do we care?"
Duo: "We can't let people going around locking others into storage units."
Meiran: "Yeah but they deserved it!"
Wufei: "It's not our place to judge."
Meiran: *puts hands on hips* "Yes it is! What do you think you're doing right now?"
Trowa: "Do you want to leave these poor defenseless people here?"
Meiran: "Yes!"
*collective sweatdrop*
Slash (one of the bulldogs): "We'll let these guys out once their time is up. Okay? Now the rest of you can just mose on out of here..."
Duo: "What do you mean when their time is up?"
Butch: "They'll be out in a few hours."
Trowa: ".........." *crosses arms* "Are you following Quatre's orders?"
Butch: *narrows eyes at T* "Yes." *stands and walks to T* "And it would do good for you not to refer to him by his first name and show some respect."
Trowa: "What am I suppose to call him then?"
Butch: "You can refer to him as Angel."
Duo: "Hn. Isn't that going to get us in the same shit as these guys?" *points at hut*
<<PANG PANG PANG>>
"Hey come on! Let us out of here!!"
Slash: *kicks hut* <<KRUNNNG>> "SHUT UP!! Or I'll rip your lungs out!"
<<silence>>
Butch: "There is a difference between respect and provokation. We can tell the difference."
Meiran: *sighs* "Let's just leave them and get the hell out of here!" *crouches* "I'm starving! Honeeey!?"
Wufei: *cringes* "Don't [honeeeey] me. God! Makes my skin crawl." *shudders*
Meiran: *pouts* "Puweeez snookums?"
Lets just say everyone within ear shot felt a chill go up their spine? It wasn't every day that the most powerful chick in school whined to her husband. It was disturbing. It was freaky. It just... wasn't right. Wufei tried his damnest not to shake as she continued using a high pitched, whiny voice. He kept repeating over and over in his mind..My wife is a warrior. She is simply using a tactic to win. My wife is not like those crazy women. My wife is a warrior. She is simply......
Seeing as how her little performance wasn't doing anything to move her husband, Meiran grinned evily as she took on plan B. Getting up, she walked over to the mumbling Wufei and promptly drapped herself all over him. Head shooting up in surprise, amonst other things, he immediately began turning pretty shades of red. When Meiran wanted something, she got it. And Wufei knew he was in trouble. Turning so that the others wouldn't be able to see him crack under pressure, he tried to muster enough self control to look reprovingly at his wife. Not fazed by the look one bit, Meiran turned up the charm 10 notches and moved so that she was whispering in his ear.
Meiran: "Sheng gon." [husband]
Wufei: *sweatdrop* "Je...Jumma yeang." [what?]
Meiran: "Jou ba. Wo bu shin la." *nuzzles W's neck* "Hmmm?" [lets go. i can't take this anymore]
Wufei: "Ni bu yeaw chow." [be quiet]
Meiran: "hm......." *plays with W's hair* "Jin yeah wo dong ni de ai yan ba.... jumma yeang?"
[I'll be your lover tonight....how bout it?]
Wufei: *turns to boys* "Okay! Lets go! Nothing to see here!"
The rest of the boys looked at him slightly perplexed. Wufei had the wierdest dumb happy look in his eyes while Meiran flashed them the victory sign from behind. The boys exchanged looks.
Duo: "What the hell was that about?"
Heero: "What's with the look Wufei?"
Wufei: "What! There's nothing we can do here so lets not waste our time. Let's go. Chip chop." *pushes H and D along*
Trowa: *gives W wierd look* "............" *turns to Meiran* "What did you say to him?"
Meiran: *laughs* "Oh just something." *links arms with T* "Lets go get some chow!"
Dinner had been a short trip to the local Harvey's. For some reason, their usually slow going, stern and serious Chinese friend was in a rush to get home today. Neither Duo, Heero nor Trowa could figure out the reason for the life of them, so simply shrugged it off.
~Barton Residence~
"Catherine I'm home!"
<<silence>> Oh well.
After hanging up his jacket, Trowa climbed up the stairs and ambled into his room. Having nothing better to do, he turned on the computer and began systematically replying to his emails. Most of them were nonsense chatter from his many secret and not so secret admirers in the school. Others were invitation to parties, hang outs, and games people wanted him to attend. While a part of him just wanted to delete all this, (what he considered) spam mail, his softer side urged him to politely decline.
No thank you. I'm busy that day.
I have practice. Can't make it.
I'm working. Sorry.
Um.....Thank you for your kind words. But I'm not interested in a relationship right now.
<<tap tap tap tap tap click>>
Sitting back, he massaged his temples trying to ease the pressure that was building behind his eyeballs.
If only things weren't so repetitive and cliche. For crying out loud, who the hell still writes that stupid roses are red poem. A little creativity please ladies.
<<click click>>
"Hn. Finally something I actually want to read."
Moving the curser down, Trowa clicked on a message from a person named Lucifer.
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To: Trowa Barton
From: Lucifer
Subject: Long time no talk!
Hey there! Sorry I haven't written to you in a while. I was moving and didn't have any access to a computer. Actually writing to you from the library. (yeah pathetic) Anyways. So how have you been? You just had exams right? I know what you're thinking. You probably did well don't worry. ^_^ They were easy anyways. So what's up lately? Still psyched about that gymnastics competition? You'll rock the rings.
So what's up with me... Not much really. Same ol same ol. Not really fitting in with the new school. But things are looking up. Taking care of some business. Things will settle down soon I guess. Oh. Did I tell you? There's a little mouse in my apartment. I think I'll name it Mickey. ^_~ Gotta go. Talk to you later.
Lucifer
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Smiling, Trowa clicked on the new message button to reply to his e-pal. They had been overseas penpals for years before, set up during primary school. But letter writing had been such a hassel buying stamps and all, so the two moved on to electronic mailing. The real name of his friend was Vier Sieger. It didn't really bother him that his friend chose such a......demonic nick name online.
To: Lucifer
From: Trowa Barton
Subject: Life is getting wierd ///_~0
Hey. It has been a while. I was starting to worry that I erased your email by mistake. Good to hear the things are starting to settle. You'll do fine. It's always hard to fit in a new school. But I'm sure people will like you and you'll have a million friends in no time. Too bad I can't say as much for the new kid we got. Did I tell you? I don't think I did. Any how. His name is Quatre Winner. Hm.....Kind of below average height but has a really BIG attitude. You wouldn't think from the way he looks but he's suppose to be this big time gang leader. (go figure huh?)
You should have seen him today. Had this big group of around 30 people on motorcycles riding behind him. Looked like something out of a movie. It was kind of cool though. And you know about those bulldogs right? Well, seems like they took them out, then initiated them into their gang. (Quatre's gang I mean.) Wierdest thing is, this guy and his goons call him Angel. (Yeah same reaction here. ///.0) He has this jacket and accessories with these angel wings on them. It's really interesting and has 8 wings. (Wish I knew what 8 winged angels meant) I know Seraphims have 6 wings. And regular angels have 2. So what does 8 mean? You have any clue? Anyways. I think this boy is just highly misunderstood. He's nice if you look under his rough tough exterior. Although he would beg to differ. :P I want to get to know him, but he won't even give me a chance. He actually ran away from me like he was afraid once in the halls. (shoved me into the lockers too. I know. I'm nuts.) But I'll tell you a secret. He reminds me of that little boy. Yeah 'that' one. Got the same blonde hair and blue eyes. (shut up I'm not a love sick puppy. You know what I mean.)
Anyways. Tired. Going to bed. Talk to you later.
///_^
The atmosphere in the Cross Library was tense. Extremely tense. The little ladies in their sweaters and glasses didn't know what to do. This was the first time that they've ever seen so many mean looking people, wearing the same clothes, with the same fiery devils in their backs visit the library. Several of the people even had on dog collars with spikes.
"What are they doing here?"
"They're going to damage the books!"
"I don't care as long as they leave and never come back."
"shh shhh shh. Here comes one right now."
One of the boys with a devil jacket on, approached the little huddle of librarians. In all actuality, he wasn't one bit intimidating. He had finely cropped hair, fairly hansome features, and a clean shaven face. Nonetheless, the little ladies cowered infront of him, afraid because of the mob with which he was associated with.
"Excuse me. Could you show me where to go to find Shakespear's Richard III along with it's literary critiques?"
The librarians blinked at him. Then put on their glasses to look him over.
"Um......."
"Hey Apple! Find your books yet?"
Another boy, also wearing the same leather jacket came up and put his arm around the first boy's shoulder. This one wasn't intimidating either. He was another finely cut young man, hair slicked back exposing his clear brow and crisp eyes. He gave the librarians a friendly smile then patted his friend on the back.
Apple: "Did you find the scientific reviews for your ethics report yet Kryse?"
Kryse: "No. I've never been to this branch before. Don't know where anything is." *smiles again at librarians* "Could you tell me where I can find the periodicals?"
Librarians: "Um....right this way."
Hesitantly, two of the ladies broke off from the bunch to lead them to the respective shelves. The two boys followed quietly, carrying themselves as any well respected man would. This of course, surprised the little ladies to no end. On their way to the shelves, the group just happened to pass by the public computer section. Hurrying past the librarians, one of the boys went over to greet what appeared to be a friend. Only difference that the ladies could see between this one and the rest, was that instead of a devil's face on his back, this one had bright wings.
Apple: "Hey Angel. What cha doin?"
Quatre: *looks back* "Hey. Nothing. Writing to my pen pal. Find your stuff yet?"
Kryse: "Nah. We're getting help from these nice ladies right now."
Quatre: *looks at librarians* "Okay. Well behave yourselves."
Apple: *grins* "Of course. What are we ruffians?" *winks* "Later." *rushes off*
Quatre: "Bye." *turns back to screen* "Phoooue. Trowa trowa trowa. When will you learn?"
<<tap tap tap tap tap tap tap click>>
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"Honey I'm home!"
Dressed in her usual tight fitting, cleavage showing, body hugging clothes, Catherine returned home with a package of takeout in her hands.
Catherine: "Trowa sweety where are you? I got some yummy treats for you."
Kicking off her high heels, she climbed up the stairs still carrying the paper box. Knocking lightly, she opened her brothers door and stepped inside. Trowa was laying on his bed with an arm over his face covering his eyes, fast asleep. Catherine took a moment just to watch him. It wasn't everyday that she got to see his sleeping form. Trowa was always awake until the wee hours of the morning either studying or reading something or another.
"Goodnight sweety."
Smile still plastered on her face, she set the box down on the table, closed the lights, and shut the door behind her. Little did she know, her baby brother was actually wide awake, but just too tired to want to deal with his over zealous sister when she came home from a date.
Yeah the last thing I need now is a ten hour story about how Mr. Wonderful was just ....wonderful. Bleh.
Peaking an eye open, he turned to look at the box sitting infront of his computer.
Hm.........could be cake.
Unable to resist the prospect of a sugary treat, he got up and practically crawled to his computer.
Black forest, chocolate mouse, mango mouse, strawberry short, angel-food, cheeze, even marble bunt....
Trowa: *opens box* "Er........fresh.. fruit... tart." *hangs head* "Don't they ever buy anything other than fresh. Fruit. Tart." *sighs, sits* "Better than nothing."
<<Pii.pii You have mail.>>
Hm. Who could it be? <<click>> Lucifer again?
To: Trowa Barton
From: Lucifer
Subject: A word of advice
Hey Trowa. I hope you will trust my judgement when I say this to you. You should not try to get involved with this Quatre Winner person. I mean. You've got a bright future ahead of you. He's just this punk ass kid off the streets. It's not worth getting your record scratched. You're squeeky clean. He's probably got a probation officer. Come on. You're from two different worlds. And this about him looking like 'him'. Seriously Trowa people change when they grow older. What are the chances of him being that kid? He's a has been anyways. You don't see his name in the musical reviews or magazines whatever any more right? You don't even remember his name!! So what if he helped you through your first concert. That was eons ago! Get over it! He probably doesn't even remember you! Sorry to burst your bubble honey. But this infatuation of yours is just going to get you into trouble.
Trowa swallowed the sweet piece of peach he was chewing in his mouth. For some reason, the tart just wasn't tasting as good anymore.
That was harsh. Didn't expect that to come from Vier.
Scrolling down, the continued reading the letter, tart still in hand.
As for the wing pattern on his back. Why do you care!? He probably just thinks that it was a really cool picture. People call him angel? Well good for him! You're just a simple mortal. Angels and mortals don't mix. Got that? Don't talk to him. Don't even look at him. Just mind your own business and get on with your life. Worry about something else. Like your sister's boyfriend? What's his name? I can't remember. Van right? Yeah Van. Worry about him like any other overprotective brother. Alright? End it. Put him out of your mind. It's over. Peace out.
Lucifer
~Next Monday Kronos High~
The marks were up and posted on that huge bulletin board outside the school. Mountains of kids crammed over each other trying to find their mark and placement compared to their classmates. Duo and friends stood a little ways behind. They pretty much had a good idea of what their marks were and could easily pick out their placement.
Duo: "ooh look. Wufei is probably number one. How fresh."
Wufei: "Hn." *points nose up* "You could too if you spent more time studying instead of planning events."
Duo: "Hey those events are what keeps this school alive." *puts arms on hips* "I'm probably eighth. It's not bad."
Heero: "I'm going to be fourth. How did I drop to fourth?" *eyes wide starting to panic*
Meiran: *slaps H's back* "Well at least you're in the top five. I'm down to at least ten." *sighs*
Wufei: *sighs* "Tsk tsk tsk." *shakes his head*
Meiran: *crosses her arms* "Don't you shake your head at me young man. It's not like you didn't have anything to do with it."
Wufei: *chokes* "Um...hm! Well I...." *starts turning red*
Heero: *looks at W* "........." *raises eyebrow*
Duo: *looks at M* "......?"
Meiran: *wiggles eyebrows* "..........." *pats her hair*
Heero/Duo: *jaws drop eyes wide* "Oh you dog!"
Wufei: "Shut up!" *beet red*
Meiran: "ANYWAYS." *coughs* "So Trowa. What place are you?"
Trowa: *yawns* "Third....I think."
It was about 2 minutes before the bell and the crowd had thinned down enough for them to push forward. Sure enough, their marks were just as they assumed. Except for Meiran that is. Hers had actually slipped down to number 12.
Wufei: *crosses arms* "Twelve?"
Meiran: "Don't judge someone by the marks they have!"
Wufei: "Twelve!?" *shakes head slowly*
Meiran: "Oh shut up nerd-boy." *slaps W in the arm*
Duo: "Hey you guys. Check that out."
The others turned to see Duo staring goo goo eyed at the board. Curious they looked too, only to turn ga ga also. On the board under #1 was Chang Wufei and.....Winner Quatre R.
Meiran: *gawking* "How the hell...did he get up there?"
Trowa: "Can't judge a book by it's cover right? Maybe he has more substance than he lets on."
Duo: "Speaking of which, here he comes."
Meiran: "I gotta hand it to him. That boy is damn fine."
Wufei: "A-hem."
Meiran: "What? Just stating the facts. Look at him." *points*
Trowa: "......." Point taken.
Duo: "Well lets just all be glad that he isn't looking back at us."
<<ding ding ding ding ding>>
Heero: "We'd better go."
<<Quatre Winner. Please report to the boardroom. Quatre. Winner. Please report to the boardroom.>>
Meiran: "What do they want?"
Duo: "I don't know but he looked mighty pissed."
Wufei: "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?"
Meiran: "Oooh honey. Taking a step on the wild side. Reeeerr." *latches onto W's arm*
Wufei: *cough cough*
Heero: "Well I don't know what you're thinking but I'm thinking I want first dibs on the gossip."
Duo: "Exactly." *rubs hands together*
Trowa: "I don't think it's such a good idea."
Meiran: "Party pooper." *pushes W* "Lets go shaw fei keu." [astro boy]
Wufei: *eye tick* "Don't call me that."
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The moment he lay foot in the room, he knew something terribly wrong. Not only was the principal and vice principal there, but it appears that several members of the board, plus some influential teachers were present in this meeting. They all sat at a long table that seemed to stretch the entire length of the room. Then there were more tables that ran along the sides, making a square without a bottem. In the middle was a single chair.
Principal: "Mr. Winner. Good day. Please. Have a seat."
Quatre stared at the chair for a long time. He couldn't decide whether to sit in it, or make ready to hurl it at the VIPs in front of him. Nonetheless, seeing that there was no present danger, he opted to do as instructed, and sat down.
~Next door Boardroom~
The boys and girl had snuck into the room next door intent on getting the dirt on what was going on. The adjacent room had vents along the top that allowed for better circulation. Since it could be opened from either side, it allowed them easy access to eavesdrop. Everyone pulled over a large office chair and stood on top of it to look through the vents. This feat could only have been accomplished by this group since it required everyone to have superb balance as they had to stand on the backs instead of the seat of the chair to get high enough. They were all surprised to see such an amazing gathering of people for such a seemingly useless boy. Quatre sat in the middle, looking not at all amused by the proceedings. The gathering didn't seem to intimidate him though and he sat with an ease that radiated with attitude and defiance.
Everyone here is checking me out. I hate this! Why the hell do I have to be this stupid zoo exhibit for these supposidly education ministers? That's not the reason why I came here. Who the fuck ratted me out!? Can't I just have a normal freaking life!!?
Principal: "Mr. Winner."
Quatre: *snaps out of it* "Yes?"
Principal: "Mr. Winner we were quite surprised by your score. 500. A perfect score. Not attainable by many people."
Quatre: *narrows eyes* "..........well it seems somebody was able to besides me."
There was a rattling in the vents on the right wall that caused Quatre to look up. Nobody else in the room seemed to have noticed.
VP: "At first we had our doubts and thought perhaps you were able to.....shall we say, obtain an aid. Why with your absence from class, poor behaviour in and out of school. You couldn't blame us."
Quatre: "Yes. I'm sure." *looks around room* "If you don't mind my bluntness, could you please get to the point. I am here for class and I intend to attend it."
Director: "Mr. Winner. In principal Treize and the vice principal ....Ms. Lady Une's defence, the board's attention was brought in on this through shear ignorance. They had no idea and we'd like to appologize first and foremost for disturbing your studies."
~other side~
Meiran: (whisper) "Woah. Did you hear that!?"
Duo: (whisper) "Yeah what's up with that?"
Trowa: "I think we should leave."
"SHHHHH!"
~board room~
Quatre: There's someone over there. "Yes well apology accepted. Can I go now?"
Director: "Actually the principal would like to ask a favour of you."
Quatre: *glares at Treize* "What?"
P. Treize: "We'd like to ask for your help. Mr. Winner."
Quatre: (deadly tone) "Help how?"
P. Treize: "You probably haven't noticed but we have an opening in the department and it would be an honour if you could fill it."
~Other side~
Heero: "They want him to teach!?"
Wufei: "SHHHH!" (whispers) "Not so loud."
~Boardroom~
Quatre: "Give me the terms. I look over and consider it."
Seemingly happy with that response, everyone in the room relaxed a bit as Treize stood up and walked over, handing Quatre a brown file folder. Not even stopping to bid his farewells, the boy stood up, grabbed the folder and exited the room.
And still standing on chairs next door, the five watched the various middle aged men and women mingle and talk excitedly amonst themselves.
Duo: "I think that's our cue to get down."
Heero: "Good call."
But before any of them could get their feet planted firmly to the ground, the door burst open. They all stared like deer caught in headlights as the Quatre leaned heavily on the doorway.
Quatre: "Shouldn't you all be in class?"
Meiran: "eh hehheheh. We were all just going."
Quatre: (monotone) "What would your beloved teachers say when they find out that the nerdy bunch was spying on the board of directors?"
Duo: "Oh come on. What are you going to tell on us?"
Quatre: "Tattle tailing is for four year olds. You're all seniors. Now act like it."
Heero: (mumbles) "Did he just reproach us?"
Wufei: (mumbles) "I think so."
Trowa: "What did they want from you?"
Meiran: (mumbles) "Trowa what are you doing!?"
Quatre: "That's not your concern Mr. Barton as you have been told one a many times." *steps out* "It's time for class. I never saw you."
The rest of the day had been stressful for the boys and gal. They've never been actually caught doing anything before and it was weighing heavily on their conscience. It didn't help to see blue eyes staring at them every time they looked over their shoulders. When the bell finally rang signalling the end of the day, the group were totally exhausted and couldn't wait to get on with their lives. In this case, it meant extra curricular activities. Heero had practially dashed off to practice with Duo in tow the moment his class was dismissed. Wufei and Meiran went at a more sedated pace, but one could tell by their wide stride that they were in hurry. Everyone wanted to put some distance between themselves and the evil blonde one. And Trowa was no exception. His day had been absolutely horrible, having to sit next to the boy the entire time, his conscience eating at him every minute and every second. Everytime their eyes met, Trowa thought he saw accusation in the other's eyes and in all truth, he felt ashamed. This may seem a little blown out of proportion but one must not forget their role in the school. They were suppose to be the leaders. The people juniors and seniors alike look up to. Representatives. And they were caught skipping class eavesdropping on a board of educators. That was just not good.
But, now that the day was over, Trowa could heave a sigh of relief. Especially since Quatre had taken it upon himself to pack up and leave right away (without saying goodbye) the moment the bell rang. Trowa heaved another deep sigh.
Thank goodness it's time for band.
Kronos concert band was fairly complete. They had about 10 flutes, 8 clarinets, 8 trumpets, 2 tubas, 2 baritones, 4 trombones, 3 french horns....etc. In all, no lacking in the instrument department. They did lack one thing though, and that was a good conductor. Their conductor, Mr. Kitz was about to have a nervous breakdown or a heart attack from the way he carried himself. Everytime they played a part wrong, he could go berserk, his face getting all red from screaming and veins practically popping out from his balding head.
Nonetheless, Trowa made this his little refuge. He loved music and he knew Mr. Kitz had the best intentions. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside the somewhat sound proof room, readying himself for any sudden blasts from a hyper trumpet.
<<BAAAAAAAAAH>>
Thar she blows. How did I guess.
"Hey Trowa."
"Hey Mary. Linda."
Mary: "So how are you?"
Trowa: "Tired as hell." <<RREEEEEER>> "And if those damn idiots would stop blasting their instuments!" *looks pointedly at trumpet section*
Joe: "Sorry bud." *empties spit*
Trowa: "God that is so disgusting." *starts assembling flute*
Linda: "Hey Trowa. You wanna go to the movies sometime?" *bats eyes*
Trowa: "Depends on the time." *warms up flute* "Warm up or Mr. Kitz is going to get a hernia."
Mary: "Fine fine." *blows into mouthpiece* "It'll be warm once we finish with scales anyways."
Trowa: "You don't see the clarinets complaining about wetting their reed."
Linda: "God you are such a music freak."
Before Trowa could get in a good retort, Mr. Kitz stepped into the classroom effectively silencing everyone. He stood before the class, eyes weary yet strangly full of hope.
Mr. Kitz: "Class. We're going to have a new conductor from now on. I will be the assistant, while someone.... much better will be your conductor as well as teacher for music lessons. Come on in Mr. Winner."
Mr. Winner!??
Still dressed in the black ensemble, looking nothing like a well respected teacher, Quatre entered and took his spot at the front of the class room. The students all murmered amongst themselves as he eyed them over. Everyone was simply shocked.
Mr. Kitz bowed to the boy beside him, then stepped down and took a seat at the large teacher's desk. He appeared extremely happy and almost....giddy.
You've got to be joking.....
A harsh tapping of the conducting stick brought Trowa our of his reverie.
Quatre: "I know what you're all thinking. And quite frankly I don't give a damn. You will refer to me as Mr. Winner. You will not talk while I am talking. You will do as I ask. Is that clear?"
<<murmer>>
"Yes sir."
Quatre: "Good. B flat major scale. Instruments up."
