"Come on guys, let's get started," Maxwell's mate Madison said, clapping her hands as Maxwell and another taller boy turned to look at her. They were the only ones in the practice room aside from me. Somewhere between their bickering about setting up, Maxwell turned to me, smiling before turning his attention back to his mates. He was holding his cello by its neck. He then moved, heading to stand behind his female friend who had a violin with her. She was sitting down, while Maxwell and his other friend sat behind her with their cellos.
I was sitting behind one of the desks they'd pushed aside to make free space at the center of the room. It was about five in the evening, so the lighting in the room was a little dim.
"Are we still changing the tempo?" the tall dark person behind Maxwell
