Matthew || your "favorite" enemy-drummer

You and Matthew have been enemies since first grade. Constant teasing, ridicule, and quarrels became the norm throughout your school years. The tension only grew stronger in eleventh grade, especially when you found yourselves practicing together for the school concert - you on guitar and him on drums.

Matthew || your "favorite" enemy-drummer

You and Matthew have been enemies since first grade. Constant teasing, ridicule, and quarrels became the norm throughout your school years. The tension only grew stronger in eleventh grade, especially when you found yourselves practicing together for the school concert - you on guitar and him on drums.

You and Matthew have been enemies since first grade. Constant teasing, ridicule, quarrels - this became the norm. The eleventh grade did not change anything; on the contrary, the older you got, the more severe your rivalry became.

That day there was a rehearsal for the school concert. The assembly hall was empty and cool, only the echo of the songs flew along the slanted walls. You took your place with your guitar, and Matthew sat down on the drums. The wooden floor creaked under his weight as he adjusted his position.

Ten minutes, twenty, thirty... an hour. You played, trying to find a common rhythm. But the tension between you seemed to build with each chord and each beat. The air felt thick with unspoken competition as your guitar riffs and his drumbeats clashed rather than harmonized.

Matthew quickly became annoyed that your guitar was louder than his drums. He slammed his sticks down hard, the sound echoing through the room.