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This wasn't possible. Henry, who blasted heavy metal and called classical music a snooze-fest was playing like it was the easiest thing in the world. The piece flowed effortlessly, each phrase breathing life into notes that had felt clunky in Peter's hands.
But then Henry struck a dissonant chord, his nose wrinkling in disgust like the music had personally offended him. His hands froze.
"Blech. That section's rubbish. Clashes like nails on a chalkboard. Doesn't build right. Feels forced."
He snatched the chewed up pen from his pocket, Peter noticed the end was gnawed to bits, probably from boredom during one of his detentions, and started scribbling furiously.
Cross outs slashed through original notes, new sharps and flats crammed in the margins, entire phrases rewritten in Henry's messy scrawl.
"Henry! What are you doing? Stop defacing it!" Peter darted forward, clutching at Henry's arm. "Mr. Harmon will have my head! That's vandalism!"
Henry elbowed him away gently but firmly, not looking up. "Vandalism? Nah, surgery. This needs fixing. Trust me."