<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Her hands hung just above her chest. Thumbs, index, and middle finger touching. The one's belonging to her right hand held a thin baton. Ivy wore a tight black pencil skirt that wrapped snugly above her waist, along with a sleeveless white blouse with a ruffled design hanging from her neck, covering her overly large breasts. The room was filled with silence and she stood before an orchestra of 100 students each one eying their teacher attentively. As she tapped the air she parted her plump lips, "One, two, three. One two three." At the last count both hands separated out in a 'u' curve that was followed by a boom of strings, woodwind, and brass instruments playing in perfect synchronization. <br/><br/>Her usual strained features began to soften as the melody of "Requiem for a Dream" flowed beautifully through her ears, but it was soon interrupted. She could hear a flute that was off beat by merely a second. Ivy could feel an irritating twitch pulsing at her right eye. Without even having to search the room, she pointed the baton at the direction of the student and shot her ice cold eyes in his direction. "You." she said bitterly, causing everyone to drop their instruments, most with a look of fear. They knew this routine all to well. <br/><br/>Ms. Ivy Winter was always first known for her incredible beauty, but close in second was her demonic like attitude, especially when it came to errors with her music. No one was given mercy, ever. <br/><br/>The poor boy, that had just started the class trembled with wide eyes, looking around to seek help, but of course everyone knew that his end had came. "How dare you enter my classroom with your mediocre skills." she wasn't screaming, but the tone alone was enough to haunt his dreams. "You're a disgrace to all musicians. Get out. You're finished here." He didn't talk back, instead he fumbled around nervously, knocking over his music stand. "Out! Now!" she ordered. Quickly he stood up, without even attempting to pick up the stand and ran out of the room. <br/><br/>The students didn't dare chat amongst each other on what had just happened, they knew they would be next. Even if she was strict and demanding, everyone knew that she was the best of the best and they would be guaranteed a music career if they followed in her footsteps. Now there were 99 students left and more than half of them would have the same fate as that boy. True enough, within three minutes, another fifteen were sent out, most of them in tears. She was in charge of generating an orchestra of 35 students and she would only accept the best. Music was her love and she would not allow anyone to harm it. She didn't care if that meant breaking the hearts and dreams of the youth. <br/><br/>A half an hour had passed and 36 were left. The song continued the last time and a squeak burst from a clarinet. She pointed her baton at the female, "Failure. Leave." she said bluntly. The girl stood up slowly and attempted to return the glare that she was given. <strong>"You're a bitch. Go get laid!"</strong> She yelled. Raising a brow, an eerie grin appeared on Ivy's lips. "If you're going to insult me at least come up with something that's accurate. I understand you're angry because you fail as a musician. Why don't you try "blowing" other things for a living. I'm sure you would be much more useful that way." Her smile then faded into a solemn expression. "Here. You are useless." The words slowly sunk into the girl's mind, tears pouring from her eyes as she scrambled out. Finally her orchestra was complete.  For Ms.Winter, the class year had finally begun. </span>