Music Class
Bobby, John, Rogue, Kitty, Piotr, and Jubilee arrived at the X-Mansion's music room's door. They stood there silently before John pipes up.
"Since when was there a music room?" he asks.
"Yeah, I've passed by this hallway many times. How come I've never seen this room before?" Kitty said.
"Maybe the professor had put up some sort of telepathic illusion on it to hide it from us?" Piotr suggested.
"What would he want to hide from us?" Rogue asked.
"Maybe this room is a special place to have some private time with Mr Lensherr?" Jubilee said.
"Maybe, maybe…" Bobby said.
They kept quiet for a few more seconds.
"Maybe we should stop stalling and go in now," Bobby said.
"Right," John said. "Jubilee, you first."
"Wait, why me?!" Jubilee asked, confused.
"You suggested the party," John replied.
"So?!" she asked again.
"So, you're to blame. And it was your fireworks that exploded and destroyed the rec room," John said.
"Well, I wasn't the one who made the disco-ball fall!" Jubilee snapped, glaring pointedly at Piotr.
"You leave Peter out of this, Jubilee!" Kitty said, standing in front of Piotr.
"Alright, alright! Calm down girls," Bobby said. "The phrase 'Ladies First' exists for a reason. So, which lady wants to go first."
He looked at Rogue. "Would you like to go first, sweetie?"
John and Jubilee snorted. "Shut up, you two," Bobby snapped.
"Why don't we have Kitty go first?" Rogue suggested.
"Huh?" Kitty said, tilting her head slightly. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because you're the 'lady' among us girls. Ah mean, Ah'm the 'woman' and Jubilee's the 'girl'," Rogue replied.
"Just because you have larger boobs doesn't mean that you're a woman! You're not even 18 yet," Kitty said.
"And why am I the 'girl'?!" Jubilee asked. "I'm just as old as Kitty! If I'm gonna be the 'girl', I should be called the 'badass girl'! 'Cuz I am!"
"Alright, girls," Piotr said, forming a wall between the three girls. "Let's not fight."
"Why not?" John asked. "I like watching catfights."
A yellow ball of plasma exploded at his feet. John yelped and jumped a foot into the air.
"Hey!" he yelled. He flipped open his Zippo lighter and produced a fireball.
Jubilee made more fireworks; Bobby prepared some ice; Kitty became intangible in case anything starts flying about; Piotr turned into metal; Rogue readied to pull off a glove.
"Will you bubs just get in here?!" a loud, gruff voice shouted through the music room's door.
Everyone turned off their powers and entered the room. Logan stood in the centre of the room, his hands on his hips and a fat, brown cigarette sticking out of his mouth. The music room looked just like how any normal music room should: instruments all around the place, music stands arranged neatly on one side, and some loud speakers.
"So," Bobby started, "what is our 'punishment'?"
Logan took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew out a large stream of smoke. He said, "Pick an instrument. You have a song to play."
The students split up to choose an instrument.
"I call dibs on this!" John said, holding an electric guitar.
"Then, I'll take this!" Bobby said, taking an electric bass guitar.
"I wanna play the drums!" Jubilee squealed as she dived behind a drum set and emerged with a pair of drumsticks in her hands.
Rogue was reaching for the keyboard when Logan said, "You'll be playing classical instruments. Not electric ones."
They groaned and dropped their instruments. They moved on to the other side of the room where the classical instruments laid collecting dust.
"Chuck says that you have to pick the… uh… the… the ones that use the 'treble clef'," Logan said.
"The what?" John asked.
"Just choose an instrument that's high-pitched," Logan replied.
John picked up a guitar from its stand. "But I want the guitar!" Bobby whined.
"Well you ain't having it!" John said, holding it away from Bobby. Bobby made a grab for it and managed to grab its neck. The two boys pulled it back and forth until Logan yelled, "Choose a different instrument, Bobby!"
Bobby let go reluctantly and moved on. He picked up a clarinet from a table. He wiped its mouthpiece and gave it a blow. There was a high-pitch fweeeeeeet! and a cloud of mist.
"Guess I'm taking this," he said.
Rogue walked over to a vertical piano by the wall. She sat on the bench and played a simple 'Mary had a Little Lamb' piece. She said, "Ah'll take this one."
Jubilee came across a small round drum that was crooked on its stand. There wasn't anything else, not even a cymbal. She sighed, picked up the drumsticks and tapped the drum a few times. She looked over at Logan. "I'll have this then," she grumbled.
Piotr saw a silver trumpet hanging on a rack beside its family members: the trombone, the horn, and the tuba. He took it off its hook and blew the dust off it. He gave it testing blow, and pressed a few of its keys. It sounded like a deflating balloon. He gave Logan a look that meant 'I want this one'.
Kitty picked an elegant violin. She placed it at her chin and held its neck gently. She picked up its bow and placed it on the strings. Then she gave it a stroke.
It was like nails slowly being scratched against a chalkboard. Everybody fell down to the floor writhing except for Kitty who just shut her eyes. When she stopped, everybody got up shakily.
"I thought I'd never hear anything deadlier than Terry's scream," Bobby said.
Then, the door flew open and Sean came in. "Did I just hear my baby girl scream?!" he asked worriedly.
"Daddy, I'm right behind you. And no, I did not scream," Terry said, standing behind him. "And I'm not a baby girl! I'm a teenager!" She left angrily with her dad following her.
"Err… I'll… be taking this then…?" Kitty said, quietly.
They looked at Kitty, terrified.