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Green tapped his hands rhythmically on the tops of his jukebox setup. The music he made was upbeat and catchy, but his hands were starting to hurt a bit.
I suppose I have been practicing for a long time. Green thought as he gazed at the time in the bottom right corner of the PC.
Hearing a sound at the doorway, Green glanced up and noticed Red walking in holding a bundle of wood logs, planks, and several sticks.
Ah, that's right. Red had been planning on setting up a bonfire for Blue to cook some stew over.
"Heyo, Green!" Red spoke cheerfully as he crossed the room. "Hm, you seem disappointed. You doing okay?"
Green shrugged and gestured to his beloved noteblocks.
"Oh, I want to keep playing for a while but my hands kinda hurt from going on so much, that's all."
Red stopped walking, adjusted the towering pile of wood he carried, and replied, "That does sound like a predicament."
Then Red's face lit up.
"Oh, wait!" He carefully walked over to Green, trying not to spill his arm's contents.
Green looked at Red inquisitively. Did Red have an idea?
"Take two sticks off the top," Red told Green.
Confusedly, Green complied, taking up a couple of sticks.
"There ya go! Drumming sticks! Or Noteblock sticks, whatever you want really."
Green's eyes widened in surprise. That was an awesome idea! Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?
"Cool! Thanks, Red!" Green laughed. Immediately, he began bouncing out a happy melody on his setup using the sticks.
Bopping his head to the music, Red slowly made his way out of the room. "No problem. I have plenty of sticks anyway," he remarked.
Only barely hearing what Red had just spoken, Green simply nodded in his general direction as he was now completely absorbed in his rhythm.
Green loved the elation that came with listening to music. He felt he could fly into the clouds, light as feathers.
The beat slowly grew more complicated as Green started to press his skill limits. Faster and faster he played, unable to hear or see anything else as his world became the music and the music only.
And then a stick snapped in half, breaking the flow of the notes.
A discordant key was played as a stray half of the broken stick bounced off the edge of a noteblock before falling to the ground.
Standing there in stunned silence for a moment, Green stared at the broken twig, a betrayed and aghast expression on his face.
"Reeeeedd!" Green called. "I need more sticks!"