A/N: Well, nothing went too bad. I have every single song stuck in my head and couldn't stand being backstage it got so hot...my bra's stuck again.
Stephanie: Don't you have homework?
...This is my muse. Ignor-
Stephanie: What do you have?
Dead mouse! *shoves it in her face* I wish it was turtles, though!
Donnie looked everywhere but at his sensei as the meditation candles were lit. He didn't want to look at the flicker of the flame and he certainly didn't want to smell whatever scent the mixture of candles would create. The joys of meditation...
According to Splinter, the scented candles helped them to center themselves by enhancing their senses, but Don mostly saw it as a distraction. How could anyone focus with the chemical smell that was produced?
Donatello decided not to focus on that and instead just attempted to fold his legs into lotus position. He knew he could've sat down just with his legs crossed, but he knew that would cause at least one of his legs to go numb and become uncomfortable...not that lotus was much better...
"Need help, Donnie-Boy?" Instead of verbally answering his oldest brother, the genius let out an exasperated sigh and slowly nodded his head. "Alright, hang on..."
Donnie immediately tensed as he felt his brother put a hand on the back of his shell and used his other hand to arrange Don's legs. 'Please stop touching me!'
Finally, the younger turtle was situated, and his older brother sat down next to him in case he fell or something.
Donnie then closed his eyes and attempted to ignore the candles...
A/N: I know this one's weird.