Ci tried his best to pay attention to the teacher but he didn't really care about notes...he just didn't. All that mattered back in the village was the sound. The nymphs of the East scoffed at such things and taught through apprenticeship. Music was taught by mouth, not scores.

He looked around the room with timid eyes, glancing passed the backs of the other students heads and observing the walls and the posters that covered them.