The Christmas noise started again. Asli supposed it likely was considered music around here, but from what she could, most Christmas songs were horribly simplistic tunes that danced in circles around themselves and generally existed solely to torment people with good tastes. It didn't help that Asli didn't even understand why these Americans were quite so obsessed with Christmas (the snowy weather of Montana probably had something to do with this, even Asli had to admit that much). She herself hadn't been much for celebrating it beyond a few halfhearted gift exchanges.
Now, however, she found herself sitting in the library, working to supervise various students who were sent there as some sort of punishment. "Where is the music coming from?" she asked, looking over the students. She could hear it now, something about running over a grandmother with a reindeer. Given the gene pool around here, Asli could see it. "Whoever's playing that should own up to it now,' she demanded, rising from her seat and looking over the students. Asli frowned as she started walking down the rows of desks, listening carefully.
The music did have to be coming from somewhere, right?