"Who would have thought they'd make us perform at our own graduation?" James grumbled, and Ken laughed as they both walked into the room. James dropped his saxophone case on the table and walking over to the other end of the room to draw the curtains on the window open. Light flooded the empty practice room, and Kenneth was already at a corner tuning his instrument in preparation. James continued to complain, grumbling under his breath as Kenneth chuckled at the facial expressions he was making.
"Why do we have to do this?" James asked, running a hand through his ginger hair before pinching his pink freckled nose. It was the time of the year when he got allergies. He looked over at Ken who hadn't said anything since they walked into the room.
"Is something wrong?" James asked with a smal
