JANUARY 17. WEDNESDAY.

PRACTICE ROOM B; 11:25 A.M.

An odd day, the only kind of day that counts. Amber barely hangs on to consciousness throughout the entire lesson, but the she walks throught the orchestra room and opens the door of the Practice Room B. The odd day musician feels as if she is now in heaven. It's the energy of the room she is attracted to, this quiet peace that is just waiting to be filled with some music.

"Hello~ ~ " , she whispers and smiles.

Hello  ~ hello  ~  hello  ~  hello ~ , the echoes of her voice wasn't loud but just the right tone to be heard.

The room likes her. She can tell. After setting her foot in the room, she smell some perfume. A very attractive smell., it must be left by the previous owner that used the room yesterday. She sets her lunch on the workstation and opens the guitar case. A piece of white paper, folded neatly, is tucked between the strings. She takes the paper and read:

Dear Odd Day Musician, 

We are sharing this room. Please remove your trash from the music stand when you are done. Thank you.

- The Even Day Musician

Krystal has left her a note. Amber flips the paper over and writes her reply.

Dear Ms Even Day,

Thank you so much for the little notes you left in the guitar case. The napkin I left on the music stand wasn't a trash. I wrote some chord progression on it Did you throw it away in your quest for a perfect spotless world?

Most sincerely, Odd Day Musician.

P.S. Please do not leave any negative Even day vibes all over the room. They will soak into my guitar, which might ruin it. Please clean up after yourself.

After writing, she folds it and leaves it on the music stand.

A/N: It was a trash, Amber was talking nonsense to annoy the princess.

I need them to somehow 'dislike' each other first with funny bickering before they become close.

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JANUARY 18. THURSDAY.

PRACTICE ROOM B; 11:33 A.M.

Krystal sees the notes right away, and as she read it,