'~Tommy~'
I sit in music class tapping my pencil against my desk in a two-four time count. I slowly bring the tapping to a three-four count, picking up the pace a tiny bit. I add one more beat, making it a four-four time count. I see Tubbo out of the corner of my eye tapping his foot to the beat as well. I smile, happy that someone understands what I'm doing.
I hear the faint, tap, tap, tap of a three-four time count going in harmony with my simple four-four count. I look behind me questioningly to see Ranboo tapping along with the tips of his fingers as he writes down a few more things in his notebook. Tubbo sees me turn and then starts a two-four time count, adding to the small rapping of feet and pencils.
"I love to hear the music and rhythms you create but not during class students." Mr. Maron says without turning around. My face flushes red a bit as I shoot my head down. I hear a soft chuckle from Ranboo seeing my reaction, I turn around and stick my tongue out at the brown haired boy.
"Mr. Simons, please pay attention. I hope I don't need to ask you again." Mr. Maron says tapping on my desk with his hand. I look up at him in shock as I hear Tubbo concealing laughter next to me.
"Mr. Smith that goes for you as well." Mr. Maron adds. Tubbo stops laughing and gulps with a small nod. Ranboo keeps his head down but I bet the little bitch is laughing his ass off inside. He just knows not to do it out loud. Little fucker.
(Don't know if anyone caught this yet but I do tend to use their actual last names in the books if it's known. Meaning, Mr. Maron is a MCYT.)
"Bloody hell." I mumble out under my breath. I watch the clock intently, six more minutes until lunch. Six more minutes until I'm sitting in a circle on stage with Nikki, and Will, and Phil, and Ranboo, and Tubbo, and Techno and Mr. Maron. Oh fuck wait, Mr. Maron.
The bell rings right in the middle of Mr. Maron's sentence. He shakes his head at our eagerness and drops his folder onto his desk and waves us goodbye. Ranboo, Tubbo and I shoot out of the classroom rushing towards the cafeteria.
"Hey! Ranboob!" Someone calls out quickly. Ranboo turns around with a sigh before shaking his head at a brown haired boy with spiky short hair rushing towards us. A boy in a red and black hoodie runs behind him clearly out of breath.
"Zak... how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Ranboo says pushing him away. Zak laughs before dragging the boy with the black hoodie towards a table with a few others. One is definitely a freshman, I met him on the bus. The dude refused to talk, it was pretty weird.
We finally make our way to the auditorium with our lunches to be greeted by the wonderful sight of our instruments laying on the floor in front of a group of middle schoolers. We share a building with them, connected by a long hallway between the two buildings. I blink a few times in shock before growling and walking towards them.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I ask setting my tray down, well more like dropping it but all that matters is getting my trumpet out of the hands of a foolish small boy. I yank it from his hands and glare down at him in anger.
"Hey! Thats mine! You're a thief!" The boy says as he starts screaming, trying to jump and get the trumpet out of the hand far above my head. I look down at him bristling in anger before pushing him back a bit.
"Liar, your a fucking liar. This is mine and if I see you touching it again I swear to god-" I'm cut off by a hand on my shoulder calming me. Or attempting to calm me. I sigh and shake my head and look down at the group of kids. Two girls come rushing towards us screaming at the small group in front of us.
"Ashton! Sierra! Teddy! Jayden! What were you thinking?!" A girl with long brown hair says. I immediately recognize Lani, Tubbo's sister in the front. But the girl behind her with blonde hair and shining green eyes I can't classify.
"Sorry..." The boy in front of me says as he sulks back towards the two girls. The boys and the girl rush towards them in shame. The blonde haired girl starts glaring at them and talking to them in a stern voice.
"I am so sorry for my friends, they wanted to see how the jazz band worked and I didn't expect them to get so far ahead." Lani says as he apologizes to Ranboo, Tubbo and I. I sigh and look over at the bags strewn across the floor and wait for the group of children to leave.
"Uh, Ranboo or Tubbo one of them broke your reeds..." I say pointing to a crushed reed case laying in front of me. Ranboo and Tubbo both rush over to me and push me back away from the crushed wood.
"Ugh, it's mine. God damnit." Ranboo says as he picks up the splinters. I understand how frustrating it is to break a reed, the good reeds that make an instrument sound amazing cost a lot. I know a single box of 6 or 8 for Tubbo costs from $15 - $25.
"Well, who's gonna tell Techno that one of them lost one of his drum sticks..?" Tubbo asks. Ranboo and I both whip around in fear staring at the single stick in Tubbo's hand. I frantically search the stage for the stick and eventually just send Tubbo to get an extra from the music room hoping he won't notice.
Techno comes in and stares down at the two sticks in the case. He takes them out and looks at them side by side before sighing and glaring around the room.
"Which one of you took my stick?" He asks in anger. I gulp and explain the situation to him, he groans and sits down on his small stool in frustration.
"How did you know Techno?" Tubbo asks taking the reed out of his mouth. Techno blinks a few times before looking from the sticks to Tubbo.
"They're two different brands Tubbo..."
Fun fact , my dad used to be in a jazz band and then the pandemic hit and yada yada but whenever I got within like, 2 feet of his reeds he was not happy. He's a saxophone player, and god damn I got to be a small little helper for the entire band and it was so fun. You'd be surprised what a saxophone sounds like without a reed.
