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The first thing anyone would notice, was that there was a lot of noise. There was a huge amount of noise, because Pokerus had found the music rooms, and a set of drums being unused. And since no one was here she had full intentions of playing around on them herself. And as such, she had immediately started to smash the drum sticks against the snares and toms, with her foot pounding away at the bass.

It wasn't a horrible sound at least. There was a beat to the music, one that seemed to come from her head (or at least a song from the radio she had heard recently). She knew that she should have a set of musical sheets to refer to, but she was still learning all the symbols and what they all meant.

For now though, she just enjoying making tons of noise, and venting her frustration out on the drums themselves. Drumming was always a great stress reliever.

Poke very nearly did not hear Danny talk to her thanks to the drum playing. But as soon as she had heard, the music stopped. "Did he let me do what?" It took her a moment to realize what she meant, in that Roch must of had a band. She knew he was into music since he had run the battle of the bands, but had not realized he had his own band.

"Oh, right, nah, I just felt like coming in and playing some tunes." She responded. "I already have my own band." The band being dirty homicide, complete with a bad a** singer and a pain in the a** guitarist.

"Heh, it was nothing." Just another excuse to fight something. Although in that case she did less fighting and more...flying around and getting crystallized. She'd have to change that next time.

Now the fire demon was asking her to play some more, and she couldn't help but comply. The sticks twirled in her hand, before smashing to the drums with such intensity she wondered in the back of her head if they would hold up. But it was too much fun to not want to smash something, and she kept going. With her foot tapping the peddle, she struck the snares in rhythm and then moved to the base, letting her mind get into the groove.

And she was grooving so much, that after a few minutes there was a audible crack as the sticks...snapped under the pressure.

....."Jack dammit."

It was her third pair today, too....