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Quinn walked nonchalantly through the rec center halls, scrolling through his phone. He had his guitar strapped to his back and was on his way to practice. As he looked up to make sure not to run into walls every now and then. If he didn't run into anyone that's an extra bonus, he just didn't want to be the idiot running into a table.
He stopped in front of the band room door and opened his text messages. He typed
Quinn C 🎸📷🇦🇺 in Disaster Bis
Just got here
He walked in and saw Emily
"Hey Em." He said causally while putting his phone in his pocket. His slight Australian accent was showing again. He slipped his guitar of his back and sat down, setting his case on the floor and pulling out the instrument and a tuner. He began plucking strings and tuning his instrument, as usual before practice