Third Floor Common Room; Thursday Night.

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Chad was feeling restless. There was first the whole cheerleading thing (Pippi owed him big time. BIG time), and then the fact that his voice was still gone from all that talking on the radio last night. Sure, he never talked much to begin with, but it was frustrating to know that, even if he did have something to say, he couldn't. Since it was late and he didn't want to wake his roommate, Chad took his guitar to the common room, stretched out comfortably on the couch, and plucked away quietly.

[[ open~ ...and this was in the right spot this whole time I swear.]]