Music Class
By 6 pm, the six students left the music room with their instruments to practise (Rogue was given the keyboard since she couldn't bring the piano to her room) because—
"You guys practise by yourself 'til the end of the week. 'Cuz I don't really want to listen to that ever again," Logan had said.
So, they left their instruments in their rooms and went to grab a snack. They went to the kitchen. Bobby took out his usual tub of tri-flavoured ice cream. He kept the ice cream cool with his power and made an ice spoon to eat the ice cream with; John made some coffee for himself and Piotr; Rogue, Kitty, and Jubilee gathered around for some Pocky.
"It's like the 'School of Rock'," John said. "I mean, like, Logan could be 'Mr. S'."
"Right," Bobby laughed, his mouth full of ice cream. "And who would you be? 'Zack-Attack'?"
John clicked his tongue. "You can be 'Lawrence'."
"No, I'd be 'Mr. Cool'," Bobby replied.
"But you're playing the clarinet, Bobby," Rogue said, a stick of Pocky poking out of her mouth like a cigarette. "You can be 'Tinkerbell'. She plays the clarinet."
"Then you'd be 'Lawrence', Rogue," Jubilee pointed out.
"Yeah," Kitty agreed while tapping her iPhone screen. "You're playing the piano after all."
"We're not even playing any electrical instruments, much less a rock song," Piotr said, taking a mug of coffee. "Why are we even talking about something like this?"
"Because we're musicians?" Kitty said. She stuck a Pocky between Piotr's lips. Piotr played with it before chomping it down.
John snorted. "'Musicians', right. Kitty, you can't even stroke the violin without knocking at least one person out."
"At least my strings aren't too loose," Kitty retorted. She took another box of Pocky before leaving.
"Where're you going?" Bobby asked.
"To practise," she replied. She raised her iPhone in the air. "I've got two mentors waiting for me."
Kitty jogged up the stairs and phased through her room's door. Inside, there were two girls her age sitting on the edge of her bed: Terry and Ali.
"Terry, Ali, hey girls!" Kitty greeted, hugging them.
"The two best mutant musicians at you tuition!" Terry greeted, hugging back.
"Best mutant musicians in the world," Ali added, hugging Kitty too, "especially me!"
When they pulled away, Kitty took her violin. "Let's start," Ali said, rubbing her hands together.
On the opposite of Kitty's room, Rogue was tapping away on her keyboard.
"Run - rabbit - run - rabbit - run, run, run…" she sang softly.
Then, there was a knock on her door. She stopped playing.
"It's not locked," Rogue said.
The door open slowly and in came Bobby. He was holding his clarinet.
"Wanna practise together?" he asked, grinning.
"Sure," Rogue replied. She prepared another chair in front of her for Bobby.
He sat down and held the clarinet in position. Rogue counted, "One, two three."
As soon as she said 'three', they began playing. Then, Rogue sang.
"On the farm, every Friday
On, the farm, it's rabbit pie day…"
Suddenly, a cloud of mist blew into her face. She stopped and fanned it away.
"Bobby!" she cried.
"Sorry!" Bobby said, his hands raised like a robber caught by the police. "I was nervous."
Rogue laughed. "There's nothing to be nervous about! C'mon, let's try again."
Next door, Jubilee was playing with digital drums rather than practising. Her drum stood discarded beside her bed.
Then, there was a knock. "Hey Jubilee, you in there?" It was John.
"Come in!" Jubilee said, still focused on the game.
John came in with his guitar. He watched her for a few moments before asking, "Shouldn't you be practising?"
"I told you guys earlier," Jubilee said. "I can't practise without a rhythm." Then she hit the two of the drum's surface so hard that it rattled slightly. The words 'NEW HIGH SCORE' flashed on the TV screen.
"I can play you a rhythm," John said.
"What?" Jubilee asked as she took out the game.
"I said that I can play you a rhythm," John repeated.
"Really?" Jubilee said, her eyes wide with excitement. She can now play for real.
"Yes," John replied. "Get your drum."
Jubilee squealed and went over to her drum.
One floor above, Piotr was performing for an audience: his sister, Illyana and her friends, Xi'An, and Amara.
"Can you do 'Mary and her Little Lamb'?" Amara asked.
"Shush, Amara!" Illyana hissed. "Piotr has to practise this song!"
"Um… Doesn't he only know one song?" Xi'An asked.
"Well, yes. But—" Illyana wanted to say but was cut off.
"Maybe you can learn another song!" Amara said.
Piotr rubbed his chin, contemplating this. "I'll try. But for now, I have to practise this."
"We understand," Illyana said, cutting off Amara this time.
Up at the X-Mansion's highest floors, Charles was playing a piano accordion with Erik by his side.
"Oh, it's been so long since I've played the accordion!" he said. "I can't wait for the end of the week!"
"Honestly, this is the best punishment you can give to your students?" Erik said.
Then Logan came in and said, "This is the best punishment to give to the kids, you should've seen their faces when I told them they had a huge audience. Especially Bobby, he was hyperventilating mist."
Charles looked at Erik. Erik rolled his eyes.