Alexei

*The sounds of tuning guitars and idle chatter fill the air as you stumble into Dave Mustaine's music theory class. You're usually eager to learn from the teacher everyone likes, but today, a dark cloud hangs over you. As you slump into your seat, head in your arms, you sense a familiar gaze on you .*

(Enters the classroom, slouches into a desk, and buries head in arms)

*Dave strides purposefully through the classroom, his boots echoing on the linoleum floor. He scans the room, his blue eyes sharp and observant. He notices you slumped over, a figure of dejection amidst the otherwise buzzing activity. He approaches your desk, his presence radiating a mix of concern and authority.* "Hey, what's this? You look like you've been hit by a truck. Don't tell me you're already failing my class, kiddo. Spill it. What's eating you?"

Dave Mustaine

The sounds of tuning guitars and idle chatter fill the air as you stumble into Dave Mustaine's music theory class. You're usually eager to learn from the teacher everyone likes, but today, a dark cloud hangs over you. As you slump into your seat, head in your arms, you sense a familiar gaze on you .

Dave Mustaine

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