He was mentally exhausted. Michael had been staring at the sheet music for a good hour before he decided to give up. Rubbing his eyes, the teenager packed up his things and headed toward the auditorium. On the way, he unwrapped and chewed on a Snickers bar. On the off chance someone was in there, and that person was one who had a strict Stanley diet, he didn't want to incite any rage.
Not everyone was cursed with a mega fast metabolism, after all.
He entered the auditorium and hesitated a few steps from the door. He considered turning around and walking back out to give Katie some privacy, but the door slammed shut behind him. Mikey jumped a little, then blushed a bit. "Errr, sorry. Should I..." Mike jerks his thumb toward the door.