Part of the deal of being the substitute music teacher meant that Bon had to give private music lessons. Well, they weren't really the lessons he booked, but he still had to be there, he was sitting in a small lesson room, Lesson Room 6, sitting in a chair, leaning up against the wall, smoking on a cigarette. He cracked the window to let his smoke seep out. He took a long drag then expelled, "this chick better get here soon... or I'm gonna fucking staple a sign to the door..." He chuckled then said out loud what the sign would say, "Lesson Cancelled: Because You Were So Fucking Late" He laughed to himself and continued to puff on his cigarette. His guitar wasn't far from him, leaning up against the back wall.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit..." Alexia repeated to herself, as though that would make time reverse itself, and make her any less late. Her first tutoring session in drums and she was late...all because she'd fallen asleep after her first day of classes. "Damn it all....whyyyy does class have to be so draining..." She hadn't even gotten to her homework yet. What a way to start off at her new school.

She found the room and paused in front of it, hearing a chuckle from inside. So either her tutor wasn't really all that irritated with her tardiness....or he was cracked. Either way, best not to push the envelope. She put her drumsticks and her right hand with her music sheets and smoothed her skirt with her left, before reaching for the door and opening it cautiously. "Um...hello?" She called in. "Sorry I'm late...I'm Alexia. Alexia Renholdt....um....are you my tutor?" She glanced at the cigarette and managed to keep her face neutral. She hated cigarettes with a passion...but she was late, and this man had agreed to tutor her, and was still here despite her forty-five minutes of tardiness. The least she could do was repress her distaste for him. "Um, I'm ready to start whenever you are. Sorry, I got...caught up with things...that's why I'm late." She concluded lamely.

Bon's chuckle of annoyance quickly turned to a smile as he thought, oh fucking jackpot, what girl at this school isn't fucking hot?. He blew the smoke out of the window, tossing his cigarette out the window, slamming his hand down on the desk a piece of gum popped up off the desk which he easily caught in his mouth and he smiled at her. "Well no problem at all young lady..." he said playfully, "come on in, sit down and tell me about yourself...". He tried his best to turn on the charm as much as possible.

Alexia managed a sincere smile. As a general rule, she didn't like men much. Not in the fashion that they tended to want to be liked, anyway. They were just fine as friends...but as far back as she could remember, they just hadn't turned her on the way girls did. Still, she didn't want to hurt this guy's feelings. He had, after all, waited up for her, which he hadn't had to do, he wasn't acting like a total dick about her being late, like she'd expected...and the thing with the gum was pretty cool.

She walked the rest of the way in, closing the door behind her, and took a chair...naturally near the snare drums, the loves of her musical life. Well, them and the chimes. "Well...not much to tell, I guess. Came here from California...I love the drums. A lot. My heart belongs to the percussion, musically speaking...I love the sounds they make, the rhythms they create and hold, and the fact that they're absolutely necessary for most music is pretty cool too. I've always wanted to play them. Not even for a band, or anything...just to know how." She smiled again. "And what about you, mister....wow, I just realized I have no clue what your name is..."

Bon could tell she'd be a challenge at the seducing game, but its not like he had not had a challenge in that category. He held out his hand and smiled to her, "stop calling me mister and you can call me Bon..." He offered his hand to her smiling, chewing on his gum.

"Okay, Bon then. Nice to meet you." She took his hand firmly, then released. "And you can call me Lexi." She smiled again, an expression of nothing more than friendliness. She definitely didn't want to give this guy the wrong idea, so best to keep the expressions and sentences within the safety of propriety. "Soooo...how do we do this? Is there a test or...?" She left the question open, keeping her eyes on his.

Bon smiled at her and chuckled as he said, "well then Sexi Lexi..." He laughed hard, to insure that she knew he was joking. "Why don't you play me a beat or a song and show me what you can do, and we'll take it from there?".

She almost rolled her eyes at the "sexy Lexi" bit. She'd been hearing that for forever. Still, she bit the bullet. He was just trying to be friendly...and she told herself that she wouldn't let it go any further than that, anyway. She smiled. "Well, I haven't actually done much yet...but here goes..." She started off with a rhythmic, staccato tap with one stick against the drum, timing her beat...then she moved on, letting out a rolling rhythm in sixteenths, allowing for an occaisonal rim-shot where she deemed appropriate, just going by whatever came to mind. She went on like that for a few moments, her sticks tappity-tapping on her drum with the rimshots sounding a sharp report in the rhythm, before she rolled to a rest, letting out a large breath. "Well...that's about as far as I've gotten so far...I don't actually know many songs, but I can make up a beat on the go." On the whole, she decided that it had sounded pretty good and waited to see what Bon would think.

Bon applauded her, "that was very impressive..." He smiled at her, "but if you could move..." He moved Lexi a little and took her drumsticks and sat himself in the stool, then he began to go into a fury of drum pounding, like the end to a kickass solo of some amazing awesome rock song, hitting all of the elements perfect to any drum solo. Then he stopped standing up, handing the sticks back to her, "sorry, I'm a rocker..." He laughed as he returned to his chair. "So tell me Lexi, what do you wish to accomplish with your lessons?"

Lexi stared for a moment at the man admiration written on her face. She'd prided herself on what she was able to do so far, with only the most minimal of teachings, but what he'd just shown her was something altogether different, and totally out of her league...or at least it was for now. If he could teach her to play like that....

She blinked as she realized he'd asked her a question, coming out of her own little world long enough to answer, "Well...if I could learn to do half of that, I'd be a happy girl..." She smiled, and this time it was actually friendly. He might smoke, might come up with cliche lines involving her name...but he was certainly good at what he did, and he was willing to make an effort to teach her. She'd run into people who couldn't do even a bit of that solo who had looked at her as though teaching her was a burden they shouldn't have to bear. Maybe this Bon guy wasn't so bad after all. "How did you do that? My hands would've gotten tied up before I hit the third measure."

Bon chuckled, "well if I can make one girl happy by just teaching her something, then I'd be a happy man" He smiled at her, and while she asked his question he took the gum out of his mouth and dropped in the garbage pin, his cologne seemed to have a sudden burst of fragance at that moment, but the light yet spicy scent of neroli, hydropnoic plum and sandalwood covered up the smoke smell, so it was nice. He smiled at her and chuckled playfully at her question, "when you've been playing as long as I have it's natural... but yeah... I can remember when I would have ended up punching myself in the face a few times during the attempt of that solo".

"Natural" wasn't a word she'd have used to describe it, but then again, she hadn't really been thinking about attaining such a level of skill. The fragrance of his cologne lingered about the air, a definite improvement over the smoke. She couldn't help but blush a bit while he laughed as he spoke. It made her feel a touch childish, between that and her poorly disguised enthusiasm for his exhibition of the drums. Still, she was very impressed...and now very hopeful that she might just learn to play like she wanted.

She nodded as he finished talking. "So? What do I need to do to play like that? Is there...I guess a trick or something? I think I can keep that beat in my head, but getting my hands to catch up will be a bit of a problem."

Bon smiled at her, his cologne still in the air. "I can see that you have talent... raw talent...". He leaned on his hand and smiled at her with his blue eyes locked on hers. "We'll need to mold that... and shape it... but the other thing you're going to need is confidence...". He leaned back in his chair, getting off his hand. "You think you can bring those two things to the table and allow us to get down and dirty taking you from a beautiful girl into a beautiful girl drummer?".

Lexi thought for a moment, then nodded emphatically, an answering smile on her face. She had always had confidence in her own abilities, when it came right down to it, so bringing that to the table, as he'd said, wouldn't be difficult for her at all. "That shouldn't be too hard. Just tell me what it is I need to do, and I'll do it."

Bon smiled happily, "try to do what I just did... and don't stop till I tell you to...". He leaned back and watched her, "and if you hit yourself, I promise not to laugh".