You are now Karkat. After your tantrum in the hallway, you run as fast as you can away from that place, clutching the music. Ugh. By this time, you forgot what and where you were going in the first place. You take the "Room Elevator" and go to your room to organize your thoughts and your sheet music. While shuffling through the sheets, you slowly start to realize that you are missing half of the music. This causes you to slam your face on your desk and keyboard, and repeatedly bonk yourself on the head with your fist for being SO STUPID. You start to panic a little bit, because everything you compose is very precious to you and you would flip out if anything happened to them. You grab your key and rush out the door (just like someone else did) but you are man on a MISSION. Mission name: find missing sheet music. You pace through every hallway and go up and down every staircase, but you don't go to the Music Room area.
As a last resort, you decide to go there, even though you don't believe that it could actually be found there. "See? I told you I was right, there is NO chance I would find it here-." you argue with yourself. Wait. You stop. You can hear faint strains of a melody coming from the Music Room. "It couldn't be?!" You run down the hallway and stop in front of the room doors to peek in through the door windows, like the stalker you are. Just kidding, but you should just go in there. You almost tear your hair out in frustration. "Karkat, you are so stupid in believing that the music is your- NO. WAIT. HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE. That IS my music. Every sheet I write on is ALWAYS written in red ink and with my initials or nickname on it." You squint. "AHA!" It is just as you suspected. "It IS my music and that dumbfuck over there is playing it. He's playing it so well; he must be really goo-NO. He's a THIEF. I'm going to kick his worthless little ass and take back what is rightfully fucking mine." You prepare to bust down the doors with your righteous anger. Before you do so, let's review over your options.
Choice 1, calmly enter and politely ask for the music back. Choice 2, rush through the doors and attempt to flip the piano and run back out laughing like a madman. Choice 3, kick the doors open, grab the music, cuss out the person who took them/and is playing them, and stomp out the room while flipping off that said person. All signs point to choice 3, and you do exactly what is just said except you are interrupted in mid-action because the stranger grabbed your arm. "Hey, uh, this is your music, right?" You turn and face the speaker and flinch, because one, he's the new kid you saw outside, and two, his face was a few inches away from yours. His blue eyes stare earnestly at your face as he waits for your answer, "I uh..I-I-I-I YEAH IT 'S MINE, YOU DUMBASS!" You mentally kick then congratulate yourself on your oh-so-smarticles particles answer. You shake off his grip on your arm and hastily pick up the sheets of music, deciding not to flip the guy off, and start to run off (again), when he asks for your name. You falter slightly in your step, but answer without looking back, "Karkat. Karkat Vantas." "That's a nice name, Karkat," he calls back. "Thank you," you answer with a slightly sarcastic tone. "Oh, well, um, I'll be seeing you around then! Hey, wait! My name's John Egb-.." He gets cut off by the door slamming back into place as you left. You smirk slightly as you whisper to no one in particular, "Nice to meet you, John Egbert..."
How did Karkat know John's name? Is he really that famous? Or is Karkat just a stalker...? (I say third choice ;D What about you?)
Karkat: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! YOU *beep* *beep* *beep*!
A0H: Now, now, Karkles, this is only my commentary after every chapter. If you don't like it, just say so! And can you please stop using expletives for just a FEW minutes? Yes...? REALLY?! Good.