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Agatha barely manages to step a foot outside the room before she runs into Rio again, just like earlier that morning.
"Is this going to be our thing, Agatha?" Rio asks with a raises eyebrow, her hands resting on Agatha's upper arms to keep her steady. Agatha tenses at the touch, only relaxing when it stays gentle.
"uh.. we need to get to know each other." Agatha says as she ignores Rio's previous words.
"The music room should be free.." Rio says as she motions down the empty hallway at a door labeled "music room", covered in various pictures of instruments.
Agatha nods, she stays frozen until Rio slowly let's go. Rio hesitates before grabbing Agatha's hand, gently guiding her down the hallway.
Once they reach the music room, Agatha pushes the door open with a light grunt. Agatha Marvel's at the many instrument scattered about and Rio almost giggles at her obvious excitement. Agatha walks around the room, running her hand over the instruments. Some if them are covered in dust, while others are freshly washed. It's very clear there's favorites. Agatha continues to walk around until she ends up at the drum set at the back of the room.
The drum set is surprisingly clean, someone obviously uses it. There's no left over sheets but the area around the drum set is still rather dusty. Whoever uses the drums clearly know they're the only person to do so.
Agatha pokes the drum, naively expecting no noise. When the drum actually makes noise Agatha desperately tries to play off her shock at the noise as shock that there's a drum set even at the school.
"Your school has drums?" She asks as she turns back to Rio (who has an amused look on her face).
"Yep! Isn't it cool?" Rio says almost proudly, walking over and sitting down on the drum throne.
She grabs a drum stick and plays a quick tune. Agatha listens to Rio playing completely mesmerized at the sound. Her attention gradually shifts to Rio's hands, causing her to blush at the thoughts she gets.
"You play the drums?" Agatha marvels, she's impressed by Rio's ability to play. Hearing the music reminds her that she's writing a song.
"Can you uh.." Agatha starts but pauses nervously, "help with my song?"
Rio smiles and puts the drumsticks down and turns her chair to face Agatha's. She finally let's her gaze roam over Agatha's body, trying not to blush at her own actions because they only just met.
"'Course I can!" She says almost too enthusiastically, "You're writing a song?"
Agatha nods and grabs a bit of paper with the lyrics of her song on it. She hands it to Rio, who very thoroughly reads it.
"Down the windy road? Sounds cool. I'm in." Rio says as she hands Agatha her paper back with a smile.
"You like it?" Agatha asks with a tone of shock. Nobody has ever said they like the songs she writes.
Rio nods and turns back to the drums before asking, "Are you gonna sing?". The idea of Agatha singing makes Rio feel things she's never felt for anyone else, at least not quite so strongly.
It's Agatha's turn to nod again as she turns to look for the mic. Once she finds it she grabs it and stand in front of the stand. She inhales deeply, her skin covered in nervous goosebumps. Agatha motions at Rio to start playing, taking one last deep breath before starting to sing.
Walk, walk, walk the road
We walk the windy road
Walk, walk, walk the road
We walk the windy road
Wherever it may bend
I'll be there at the end
There's a Road that's wild and wicked
Winding through the wood
Where all that's wrong is right
And all that's bad is is good
Though many miles or tricks and trials
We wander high and low
Tame your fears
A door appears
The time has come to go
Down, down, down the road
Down the windy road
Down, down, down the road
Down the windy road
Down, down, down the road
Down the windy road
Follow me my friend
To glory at the end
Marching ever forward
'Neath the wooded shrine
I stray nor from the oath
Hold your hand in mind
What's gone us gone
We carry on
Forever by your side
Down, down, down the road
Down the windy road
My blood, my tears, my bones
Maiden, mother, crone