The twins made their way up to Zane's floor of his dorm. "Quit worrying will you Z. You could take anyone at the competition blindfolded and one hand tied behind your back. I've seen you play blindfolded before, remember."<br/><br/>Zane paused to dig out his keys out of his book bag. "My piece is too simple Star. Nothing to wow the audience with. No flare. Could add a touch of you, to be truthful." He nudges his usually sticky door open.<br/><br/>"I can't help you there brother. You won't practice the darn thing anywhere else except the school." Stella adds a little bit of a pout  when she says so. "I don't see what you're worried about. You're technique is miles ahead of everyone else our age." She follows him into his room, smiling when he instantly moves to turn on his radio. An old song by a band called Suika starts playing in English. Stella doesn't remember the name of the song, but starts singing along with it an her clear alto voice anyway.<br/><br/>She sits on his neatly made bed while he gets things put away. They're contrast in almost everything. His room is neat and straight, while a sign on her door proudly proclaims her Hurricane Stella constantly hits here.<br/><br/>"Star, the walls are paper thin. Don't get us in trouble at home," Zane sighs as he collapses into his computer chair.<br/><br/>The song ends and so does her singing. "Relax brother dear. No ones every got in trouble for singing without disturbing someone. It's Saturday. Who's around to bother?"