Riley almost closed the door so that his twin wouldn't be able to follow him. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain himself. He took his cello out of his pocket and magically set it back to it's original state thought still in it's protective casing. "Maximillian Hendry." Riley nearly threw up when he said the name, his face contorting in disgust.
"He might be a great pianist, I don't care one bit. It doesn't give him the right to be an arse to the bloke he begged to work with. I might be playing cello, but I'm not that soft that I won't say a damn thing!"