25 January, Thursday

Practice Room B

Through the wall, Krystal could hear the muted sound of Fei's French horn. She should go next door and ask Fei is she'd be willing to switch

days with Suzy, but instead, Krystal let her curiousity for guitar to scream in triumph. She take out the guitar from the case.

Two big scratches run down the front. The ends of the strings at the top are messily coiled. Amber didn't even bother to wipe off the dust. Being

a perfect person, Krystal couldn't stand the dust,  took out her own tissue and wipe it off. She sits down on the bench with the instrument. She

just stare at the it, thinking how different it is from her cello. There's a worn black strap, but she isn't sure if she should put it on. How does it

feel like holding a different string musical instrument in her arms, like a big baby, instead of resting it against her body. She lays the fingers of

her right hand on the strings. No bow.

Pluck. Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.

Funny. She was expecting to hear notes C,G,D,A - the four strings of the cello - plus two more. It takes her a moment to figure out the pitches of the six strings which is : E. A. D. G. B. E.

She studies the neck. Is it fretted chromatically? Each fret a half note? Can she play a scale?

She experiments until she finds the E major scale. Plays it up and down. Then the E minor. Up and down. Each note rings out in the little

room. The guitar might look old, but she can tell that the strings are new after playing it. New strings always have a bright sound. As her fingers

move through the scale, she convince herself that everything is gonna be alright. Just give it a try. She is Krystal Jung. She is playing an

instrument other than cello because it feels good while playing it. Then, she will pick up her cello because her Dad wants her to be a famous

and skilful cellist, just like her late Mum. 

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.

When the period is over, Krystal puts the guitar back into the case reluctantly. After she tucked her note for Amber in between the strings. And left. 

"Ah, Krystal." Mr Psy startles her. "Just the person that I am looking for."

Krystal could feel guilt shoot throguh  her like adrenaline, and she spins around. Did Mr Psy heard her play the guitar? Or did he saw the 'trash

for inspiration' on the music stand which was left by her? He holds the door for the studen