Ushiwaka sneaked into the room, more overwhelmed by the amount of people than the noise and music. After all, he hardly knew any of those kids, and it wasn't like he could tease strangers comfortably. Music was like clairvoyance: you had the gift or not. Singing badly wasn't a sin per se since they weren't born with it, just like it was tacky to poke the ones who could only perceive the past and present.

It would be hard to make conversations with the background, and you'd probably have to wait your turn to sing. The wait might result extremely boring, he thought. Absentmindedly, he hit his shoulder with his flute while staring at the amplifying machines where the music was coming from and the large screen filled with images and words.