"Stop!"
Grey stopped us playing our instruments, and we all know why. Someone's out of beat, but no one wants to take the blame. Only Grey can tell who's out of beat, he has this skill, I think it's called perfect pitch or something.
He carefully eyed us one by one and pointed his finger.
"Vin, you were half a second offbeat. You need to follow Ice's drum beat or else you'll be off beat." Grey said.
Vin never once fell out of beat, except today. Maybe something's bothering him. His face this past few days was like imbued with sadness permanently. Sometimes he'll just look outside the window or sleep while in class. Maybe that was because of the cases he handles with the police. He almost always turns down our invitations to play computer games or basketball.
