Strings

-Chapter 15: Minutes-

*I just need to make something clearrrrr. The Ball isn't what you think Prom is or something. It's just a conclusive end of the year party! I should have picked a different name for this instead but anyways, that's it. Gone*

I stepped out of the booth to meet Chriss clapping as I came out.

"*Clap**Clap* that was hype!" We had been there for about an hour and a half, [A\N: they did a shuffle for an hour but you see, writing all of that would be madness], and now it was just mere minutes before the ball.

I sat down on the sofa. "That was exhausting though, who knew?"

Then my phone rang.

"Already?" I said, as I picked up my phone.

"Yooo, it could be them Ball [redacted], answer!"

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Mr. Adams, is this Zach?"

"Ayy, Mr. Adams, what's up?"

"What's up? You are late! It's 15 minutes till the Ball starts! Get your butt here!" He screamed in my ear. He kept scolding me, his voice so loud I held my phone away from my ear.

"Ok! Ok! I'll be there in soon." I said as I hung up.

"We have to go?"

"Mm hmm"

*On the way there*

We were about 75% through. The distance from the JamHouse to the school wasn't much but it's enough to feel significant.

"Have you thought of what you gon' do?" Chriss asked out of the blue.

I kicked a small stone. "Yeah, I have, you want to know?"

"Yessir"

"Well, you're going to wait. What's the time?"

"5...5.56pm" He said.

"Eh, we'll make it there, what about you, anything happen? Who you asking?"

"Well.... No one, [redacted] I don't do that shit. And yes, something happened. I scored 45 points yesterday when we played Oklahoma, but your bitch ass missed it, cause you're hanging 'round Summer or something"

"Anything big?"

Chriss just stared at me in disbelief. "YOOO, am I mute or what, didn't you hear what I just said? You drop 40 'fore you criticise me [redacted]"

We had reached the school now, there were decorations and everything, the entrance had all been decorated with stars and stuff. There were a lot of people there too, young guys, class mates. All of them (the oldest probably 27) were at the entrance.

"Oh, hey Chriss!" She said as she waved at him.

"Hey"

After a some time, Aubrey told us to use the school's back entrance and see Mr. Adams'. On the way there, we saw a lot of students too, chatting before the Ball started.
I knew some and I didn't know some. Now it was 6.00p.m. and the host had already arrived when I met Mr Adams (Chriss had branched off to help the technical guys or something)

"Heyyy, Mr. Adams see I came right on time!"

"What do you mean you came on time? It's 6:01, you're late and the show has already begun! Where's your guitar, the band is already ready out back!"

"You guys weren't going to hand me one?" I inquired.

"NOOO!—He shuffled his pockets—Take these keys and run to the music lab. Pick yourself one and get back here."

I took the keys and ran off as the show begun. The host took to stage

"Welcome, welcome, to this year's Ball!!!"

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Lol when I wrote this, I kept visioning Mr. Adams as V-Sauce.

Sorry if the chapter is short.

Gone.