I sighed quietly, nibbling my pencil. I hated grad school. You're probably wondering why I was doing it then. My parents believed that every young woman needed a proper education, and if her chosen career didn't involve one, she was an idiot and not worthy of their support. I'd learned this much from when they disowned my sister Ella (we're two parts of a set of triplets) for going to film school instead of a 'real' college. I had no interest in anything this place had to offer, but at least I was better off than Ella. I wondered how she was doing, but I wouldn't ask, for fear that my parents would decide that they never had any children. As the teacher left, I realized I was the only one who'd been in there that whole time. I soon became bored, waiting for the next lecture all by myself. I began absentmindedly drumming on my desk. Drumming- that was my real passion. Not astrology or whatever the heck my major was. Drumming. Two men entered the room, smiled, and sat down a few rows behind me.