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Tirka was about an inch from falling asleep. She didn't know how long the periods were here, but she couldn't help but think that it was near the end. "...now, i want to see how competent you are 'onstage'. When I ask, come up, take an instrument, and play." After six people, it was finally Tirka's turn. "The girl with the tail, that's currently spinning fire around her wrist? Please step up." Tirka looked up with a jerk. "M-m-me?" she stammered, and the teacher nodded. So, not wanting to appear rude, she stood up, picked up the Warlock, and plugged it into the amp again. "Ant particular song, m'am?" she had a mild southern accent, hence the m'am. She was from a small town near Galveston, Texas. Mrs Dupree shook her head. "All you need to do is pick the song, then tell us why." Tirka nodded her head, then thought for a few seconds. "My twin brother taught me this song." And she positioned the guitar, and started to play Na Na Na Na. By the time she had gotten to the solo in the middle, people had their eyes wide. When the song finished, the whole class burst into applause. She smiled nervously at them all, then went back to her seat.