A Song For You, Mate. (ON HOLD)

A Song For You, Mate. - Chapter Twenty One.

Vanessa's P.O.V.

The past week and weekend had totally blurred by.

From doing my assigned homework, and having to jet off real quick to Paris, France in order to a quick modelling gig, I was completely shattered and still recovering from time zone differences.

Shutting off the engine of my black range rover, I pulled down the mirror to see how I looked. Today was one of those days that I was grateful for the invention of makeup. The foundation and concealer I was wearing perfectly masked my dark under eye 'cuteness', and just the all round fatigue I felt like I was exuberayting.

Looking down at my outfit I was definitely glad that I has picked it out. I was wearing grey acid wash skinny jeans which were cuffed at the ankles, brown boots which looked like walking boots except they had a heel, then on my upper body half I was wearing a black blouse that was white from just below my shoulders and upwards, and since it was starting to get slightly colder I picked up my leather jacket with my coat in the back seat just in case, and put on a cream coloured snood.

Getting out the car, people stopped and stared and whispered to their friends, but I had already gotten used to it. Grabbing my large black and white leather tote, I slung it over my shoulder and made my way towards my first lesson of the day. I was making my way down to the theatre and music block as I had my AP music lesson. Today we were getting a couple new students as some pupils hadn't chosen electives yet. I only knew this however because Ben was actually coming into the class.

He had told me his choices were AP music or jewellery making, and considering the boy can actually play quiet a few instruments, he went with the former. Moreover in a couple weeks or months time the drama and theatre class would be joining us, as every year the seniors put on their final performance. Usually it would be that the whole school could participate, but after asking around I found out that over the past few years scouts had come from Arts performance schools to see who they would want to offer places to, and sometimes the lower school pupils wouldn't take it seriously enough, hence why it was a senior only production, unless lower school pupils were specifically requested upon.

Saving myself from the cold I hurriedly opened the door that lead to the theatre and proceeded to take off my snood and make my way down the isle to find a seat. Not too much of my surprise most of the class was already here, which didn't concern me considering how cold it was. However it did make it hard for me to locate Ben. Pulling my phone out of my bag I was getting ready to text him when I saw a head of blonde hair, and blue eyes looking into mine. Looking over at him I could tell from his appearance of a Pine view swim team hoody and a pair of jeans, as well as a pair if vans, I could tell he had dressed for the cold.

Making my way down to the front we greeted one another warmly as I took a seat next to him. I was just about to start a conversation when our music teacher took to the stage and began the lesson just as the bell rang. Closing my mouth and looking over at Ben who was grinning at me, I looked back at Mrs Walt as I tried not to think about how cute he looked when he grinned.

Mrs Walt was a woman in her forties, ageing but but very much young and energetic. She was wearing a floral dress which consisted if blues, greens, pinks, reds and oranges, a opaque nude scarf and a pair of golden gladiator sandals. Her blondish grey hair put up into a bun with random pieces flying free, her pale skin was flawless apart from the occasional wrinkle and spout of freckles. Her blue eyes never failed to shine with life, and her mouth never failed to be in a smile, which is probably why everybody loved her.

"Okay everyone, since we have some new students joining us today we are all going to get to know one another. One by one you're all going to come into stage, and play, or sing or both, the first piece of music you learned, or the song that inspired you to Take up music. Alright?" Clapping her hands together after receiving nods and agreement from the classes, she called us up one by one, making us say our name, where we were from, a random fact, and to play a piece of our music or of our song, but not say who it's by otherwise it ruins the 'mystery'.