Isana woke up with a start, her roommate had already left for a shift in Judgement as she would want to be present at the open house. Isana groaned, covering her face in the white sheets, today was going to be a noisy one and she was told rather forcably by the principal to perform a piece. In a dress. She groaned again and tumbled out of the bed, nearly landing on her face if not for a blue layer of air which cushioned her fall.<br/><br/>She dragged herself into the toilet and took a quick bath, pulling over a grey tee-shirt and her signature sleeveless white hoodie. The hoodie was made from some synthesized material, she forgot what the automated salesmachine said but it was poly-something. She shook her head allowing droplets of water to drip onto the wooden floor. She sucked in a deep breath, and siad to herself, as usual, I'm the best.<br/><br/>She walked into the courtyard, a spacious spot where students gathered on regular school days. Now, a stage was being constructed, in its final stages, the performers were probably in one or more of the performance halls. She spun quickly on her heel, turning back into the building and approaching the corridor which most of the performance halls were located.<br/><br/>She peeked into the first one, and stepped in, moving away from the door to avoid the annoyed eyes of the teachers and performers. Isana took a seat crossing her legs and resolved to kill as much time as she could.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>"I see. Thank you very much then," He nodded just as the twin doors slammed open and Jasper entered noisily.<br/><br/>He stopped as everyone turned to look at him, "Oh, sorry." He then proceeded to the piano where he pulled out a file pilled with various music sheets, he flipped through them slowly, taking his time before placing the file upon the support. His fingers hovered uncertainly over the monochrome keys and then, he began to play. His fingers danced over the white keys, creating a fine tune, which instilled a sense of danger and competitive mind. He finally stopped and turned to face the trio, "Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners?" He stood up.<br/><br/>Ren muttered under his breath, "At home?"<br/><br/>"My name is Jasper Simons... And I heard that, Ren." With a small smile he turned his attention the the two femals again, saying in a calm, yet slight questioning voice, "Are you going to be performing in the open? Sorry, open house?"