Getting out of class was always a sad moment. She waved at her students, offering a soft smile to each of them. She used to be a singer, she had fuzzy memories of performances but nothing concrete. Britney didn’t mind though. This was perfect for her now, she could only imagine the stress she had singing all the time. At the school, music class was fun and simple, just about getting kids to enjoy music. She waved to the last student and started to pack up her room. Her watched beeped and she realized that if she didn’t leave now then she would be late for her date. Gathering up her stuff, Britney went through her checklist and finished with locking the door(she usually forgot) and raced to meet her boyfriend.