[The radio crackles to life, and Klavier sounds incredibly pissed off.]Trucy, Ema, Wright... damn it, Kantilen, even. Where are you ( Read more... )

[Klavier is inside practicing guitar. When the power goes out, he's in the middle of a riff.]

[And he's not amused. :| ]

Dammit.

Now how am I supposed to practice?

... I could always use my acoustic, but it's not the same.