Drum Wars // a.i.

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Ashton

I observed the girl getting the mail.

I had moved in the new house with my family a month ago, and I have never really interacted with the neighbors. I mostly noticed the girl with brownish hair across the street.

One thing about her bugged me. She drums. The mysterious girl across the street was a drummer, just like me. I hadn't played yet because I wanted the neighbors to adjust before I began making loud music.

Until I heard her drumming.

It wasn't bad, I would admit. The girl was pretty amazing, and I could sometimes hear her play the drums from my bedroom window. She's really good.

She likes the same drum style as me, from what it sounds. A lot of pop-punk or classic rock, sometimes even metal. It was rare to hear a girl drumming at all for me.

I didn't like that.

I didn't like the feeling of having so-called competition. Back at my old home, I was the only drummer on the block. I made the noise, I shooed off the cops when they got complaints about the drumming past ten, and I was content while sitting at my drum set.

She wasn't going to get in the way of that. No matter how beautiful.

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