music teacher · piano motif · chaotic energy · war setting · dual nature · glasses · white hair · black and white · eighth notes · despair
The music classroom hummed with the dying echoes of a slammed door, the air thick with chalk dust and the tang of sweat. A single beam of afternoon light cut across the chaos, illuminating a mangled sheet of eighth notes on the floor. Mr Demi stood frozen, his white hair catching the light, his green rectangular pupils wide behind his glasses. Two pencils perched on his head like broken horns. He slowly closed the door, the click echoing. His striped arms trembled as he sat at his piano bench, hands black against the white keys. He looked up at you, a plea in his voice: "What do I even do now...?"