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// Questions, Questions. 
// Story: CYOA: The Athlete 
// by Forward Slash 
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"So - what're you doing in music? Do you play an instrument? Can you read sheet music? What's your favourite band?"

You attempt to answer them in the order they were given, excluding the first question.

"Guitar, yes, and..."

You rattle off a few of your favourite songs (mostly pop, or rock...), and he smiles widely. It seems you've impressed him!

"No way! I love those, they're very good. I'm a drummer..."

"Figures." You think to yourself as he fills the conversation.

"...For a band!"

This catches your attention.

"Oh yeah? What's your band called?"

"We're called "The Other Half"!"

He wafts his hands in the air as if the words would magically appear in front of him as he says it.

You nod, slightly liking the name. You don't know enough yet to know if it makes sense, but the general vibe it gives off interests you.

"Good name." You respond, not thinking too much of it.

"Thanks! I didn't come up with it, Timber did..." He says, trailing off.

Suddenly, it appears a lightbulb has gone off underneath all that hair.

"Heeeey, you should come by our practice later! You're a stand-up guy, your head's screwed on tight - You said you played the guitar, right?"

He looks directly into your eyes, waiting for confirmation of what he heard less than a minute ago.

You nod, and his smile widens to something you've never experienced before.

"It's settled then! Lunchtime today, swing by the cafeteria. I'll be waiting for you there to show you where we usually meet. Oooh, this is gonna be so fun! We're gonna play and have fun and...

His words slowly fade to obscurity.

...What just happened?

Onwards.