Let it Ring

This is an Orchestra

Most of John's day passed by in a blur, between getting to know his teachers and assigning seating charts, it was just like any first day of school. Of course high school kids had a full schedule minus lunch, and college students had several free periods throughout the day. Though most of them would end up returning to class in the evening, which John was thankful he wouldn't have to do. The only thing that bummed him out about today was eating lunch. As he knew no one at the school he had no one to sit with, so he was reduced to being at that one table full of kids with no friends. He hoped that maybe he'd make a friend with someone in the orchestra and then they would sit with him, or maybe one of the upperclassmen would feel pity for him.

Nevermind he didn't want that.

But, things were looking up when he looked down at his schedule and found that it was time for orchestra practice. He couldn't help the giddy feeling he got, his steps having a slight bounce to them. He did stop however outside of the big black doors when he heard music being played. He pressed his ear against the door listening. It was slightly chaotic, different instruments playing different pieces, but in a way it amazed him. 

"Pretty cool right?" 

John yelped spinning around to see the dual haired boy, Isen if he remembered, standing there. The redhead, Blyke, then promptly smacked the back of Isen's head. "Don't scare him you dilweed." Blyke turned to John while Isen whined and rubbed his head. "Sorry about that, you're listening to them practice right?" John nodded, he didn't excatly know how to feel about these two yet. Isen hummed, "it's mostly college kids who have nothing else to do." Isen huffed when Blyke smacked him again, "or people who are really dedicated. I know people who would spend all day in there if they didn't have class to attend." Isen rolled his eyes, "I know people who stay in there all day and just skip class." John chuckled as Blyke hummed, "yeah that too." 

With his heart seemingly calmed down, John introduced himself. "Oh! I'm Blyke, this is Isen." The redhead replied. "You guys going to continue standing there or actually go inside? Some of us have places to be." John turned once again to find a blonde, a few inches taller than him, standing with his arms crossed. "Oh, sorry Arlo." Blyke said, grabbing Johns arm and moving the three of them away from the door. Arlo huffed before pushing his way through the doors. "Arlo's got a big instrument to set up so I don't blame him for being a bit annoyed." Blyke sighed. "What? The harp doesn't take that long to set up, just wheel it over to where he needs to sit," Isen groaned. He then yelped an ran through the doors when Blyke rose a hand to hit him again. 

John smiled before following after them. The noise was much louder in here, though he didn't mind it. His eyes found Kuyo setting up a drum set and he hesitantly walked over. After Kuyo spotted him he waved, "heya...John, right?" John nodded happy and a bit shocked that he had remembered his name. "I've already tuned the percussion stuff so you can head on over if you'd like. I also set the warm up music on your stand so feel free to look at it." John nodded, "thank you." Kuyo gave him a thumbs up before returning to the drums.

John walked over to the piano, smiling as he ran his fingers across the keys once more. He set his bag down near one of the legs before sitting down in the seat. He frowned, having to adjust it a bit, but smiled once he was satisfied with it's position. He hummed looking over the music that was set before him, it was just a few runs up and down, just simple things that would get his fingers used to the movement. He bit his lip though and faced the rest of the room. A piano was loud, and there weren't that many people in here yet. Would they all stop and turn to him if he started playing?

John gulped before hesitantly pressing down on a random key, not too loud, but not too soft either. Surprisingly, no one seemed to care, maybe someone looked at him since he hadn't been there before, but they would immediately go back to their own practice. John let out a sigh of relief and turned back to the warm up page to start playing. He smiled, as his fingers moved from key to key, never faltering as if he had read this piece of music before. He briefly looked up when he saw the purple haired violinist enter the room, and their eyes met. 

He watched her approach the chairs and sit down, with such grace John wondered how she made sitting down look so beautiful. He shook his head though focusing back on his own playing and before he knew it, the room was full and Vaughn was standing in front of them a gentle smile on his face. "I cannot express how happy I am to be here today, to see some familiar faces, and many new ones. Welcome to the Wellston Youth Orchestra." John smiled, heart racing in joy as people clapped for their director. "I hope you understand," Vaughn continued, "that this room is full of many incredibly talented people. Those of which have plans to play in professional orchestras as their career. I intend to make that a reality for those people. Meaning that we will always give 100% effort in here.

There's is no note that you cannot play, there is no rhythm you cannot master, and there is no piece you cannot learn. If giving 100% does nothing for you, give 150. It is not whether you can or cannot, but rather whether you think you can or cannot. If you believe that there is a piece that you cannot play then I would like you to take a stand and leave." John swallowed down a lump in his throat, even if he was considering leaving he wouldn't be able to with that speech.

Vaughn looked around the room and waited for a moment before nodding, "then let us begin."