January 26, Friday.

Practice Room B; 11:39 A.M.

Dear Even Day,

  You have been playing this guitar, haven't you? (;

-Odd Day. 

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Dear Odd day,

  I do not play the guitar, I play the cello. :p

-Even day.

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Amber's face is plastered with her docky smile. She uncap the pen in her hand and write her nosensical theory:

Dear Even Day,

  I have superhuman ear cilla to pick up vibes, and your-even day vibes are all over this guitar. On Thursday, I snuck in and stood next to the prctice room door and hearkened. At first I thought it was all in vain because there was sounds that was played by a cello, but when I pressed my ear tightly against the door, guess what did I heard? Melting ice? No. Ants running on the wall? No. I heard this guitar. 

  Liar liar strings on fire, you were playing this guitar. The cello music I heard on the computer is your cover. You have that play so that nobody will hear you playing the guitar.

  So you're a secret ninja guitarist, Krystal Jung. Regarding this, I have came out two theories. Number One, you secretly want to be a Guitar Goddess, but you are worried of people making fun of you because in their eyes, you're totally opposite, which is the Cello Goddess. Number Two, you read in a ninja book that playing a guitar will strengthen your fingers. So you could play your cello even more perfectly than you already do. So which is it? (:

- Odd day.

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January 30. Tuesday.

Practice Room B; 11:47 A.M.

Dear Odd day,

Firstly, why are you e