Series: DRAMAtical Murder
Chapter Summary: A song to listen to when you need reminding of why you hide your face
Word Count: 4915
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The day before classes, Clear was feeling confident enough to go outside and explore campus a bit. He left Noiz behind, who was still sleeping even though it was almost noon, and headed out.
There were still people bustling about outside, probably all the stragglers barely moving in the dorms, and there was enough chatter going on that Clear went by unnoticed. He didn’t particularly mind if people saw him since he had his mask on now, but remaining invisible was just a part of his norm at that point. On a bench outside, he plopped himself down and sent a text message to Grandpa about how he was doing before laying back, eyes roaming. For a few minutes, Clear was at a loss for what to do. He heard there was a river in the city, and if possible, that was where he wanted to visit first, but he wasn’t actually sure where it was or if it was anywhere near the academy.
After getting up again to wander around, Clear took a detour over near the actual buildings that held classes. There was one for the musicians, he knew, and an entire building dedicated to various studios for the dancers. There was a building nestled in the far corner that he wasn’t sure was for. Really, it was a lot more room for the students than he ever expected. He didn’t realize so many people were into performing like he was; in high school, interests like that didn’t matter. Interests like that that seemed to define your life weren’t important because trying to refine such talents weren’t completely imperative yet. It was all left in the background noise of high school. But being here was a completely different atmosphere, one that was open and full of possibilities, and a swell of excitement filled Clear’s chest again as he walked past the buildings.
Tripping over his own feet in the next second though. That was a little bit less fun.