The Problem With Musicians

Chapter 19

No one in our dorm room slept that night.

Nikki was busy texting Jordan about the days event, explaining it. She kept looking up occasionally, either to me or to Taylor, who's phone had been going off with texts-most likely from Mike, but she seemed to not have noticed.

Taylor was stunned, not talking to anyone. She simply sat on her bed, staring down at the letter she had received two days ago. I knew she had it memorized, but she herself refused to believe the words. It would mean that her mother or father had cheated, and that is something that no one would want to believe.

Taylor's family was perfect.

Her father was a well known surgeon and her mother was a model. Everyone in her family achieved an extreme title, a famous lawyer, singer, dancer, musician, there was at least one person in every spectacular career choice that you could trace to her somehow.

She had been an only child, before she found out about Leesh. Her parents had sent her to the Academy because she did not seem as if she was going to amount to everything. Then again, her parents had never been around to see her put together outfits with her mom's clothing whenever the chance arose.

If this scandal broke out, her family would be ruined.

Which most likely led to the questions that Taylor had been muttering under her breath for the last hour.

"Why? Why tell me now? How did they find out that both of us are at the Academy? Who? Why?..."

I sat in my own bed, staring down at the letter that Jake had given me. I could not bring myself to tearing it up and acting as if I had never found it. I wanted to see Jake again and talk, but what if it was simply a trap? A way to con me into a false security, so Miranda could somehow screw me over?

Not wanting to think thoughts so foul, I grabbed the coin I kept on my bedside table. Balancing it on my thumb, I thought of the two choices I had: see Jake in the band room tomorrow/today, or act as if I never saw his note. Giving my wrist a slight flick, the coin flew into the air, and I knew what I wanted to do.

I was going to see Jake again.

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Through out the day, I saw Jake, always trying to catch my eye, probably hoping for a sign of an answer. I ignored him, a promise made to myself, that I wouldn't give any indicators that I was going to meet him in the band room.

The day seem to drag forever, and I wasn't able to count on Leesh's sarcastic comments in English. She was confused and too consumed with the fact that she had a sibling as well. After Mr. Huffton had finally finished teaching, Leesh turned around and with a slight blush creeping up her face she asked in a voice barely above a whisper "So... What's Taylor like?"

I was elated for some conversation so I grabbed the conversation starter as a life saver. "Well," I started, "She's amazing. Taylor is ambitious. She was the one who made Nikki and I's, as well as her own, dress for the semi-formal. She loves to talk and can start a conversation with anyone. She's the best under pressure, I guess that comes from her mom and the pressures from critics and such."

Leesh nodded, taking in the information, and I took a chance that I saw. "So, uhm, I was wondering.. You don't have to answer this if you don't want to but.. Which-which parent of Taylor's is yours?" She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I thought for a moment that she wasn't going to answer, until her lips broke apart from the straight line they had been set in to utter two words.

"Her dad."

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It was obvious later in the day that they were going to be okay, Taylor seemed to have gained her own self back during the day and was a bit more pep-ish and talkative at lunch. I merely played with my food, thinking over the fact that in less than three hours I would be meeting Jake in the band room.

I hadn't told Nikki and Taylor. I knew what their reactions would be, telling me not to go, that he wasn't worth it, but they didn't really know Jake like I did. They didn't know about how he stuttered and refused to look in your eyes when he got nervous, how he'd repeatedly fix his hair for it to move back into the same spot.

They didn't know Jake.

I just hoped I did enough to be right.

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Once the final bell rang, I vaulted out of my seat and into the hall slowing my pace as I realized that I shouldn't seem overly excited, it was, after all, a Wednesday afternoon. I checked my phone for the time, even though I knew the bell rang at 2:50.

Which meant I had to find a way to waste an hour and half till I would be seeing Jake. So I did what every normal girl going to an Academy for the Arts with a special talent did.

I went and danced.

At least, I was going to.

Instead, I walked into the dance room, thinking about the Winter Concert and how it was in two weeks, and instead of finding the lights off and no one in the room, I found Miranda. She was standing in the middle of the room, one hand on her hip, the other holding the neck of a guitar.

Not any guitar though.

Jake's guitar, the one his dad gave him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered, my eyes glued to the guitar. I wanted to pry it from her hands but I knew that it would most likely cause more damage than if I didn't. Miranda snickered shifting herself so the guitar was placed directly in front of her.

"Well it seems that my boyfriend Jake, has decided that he no longer wants to be with me. Why, I couldn't tell you. Except I know that it had something to do with you. And that just can't happen. So I'm telling you now, if he told you to meet him, don't go. I'll meet him and tell him you never want to see him again. If not...." she stopped speaking and indicated to the guitar.

I furrowed my brow. "Well if he doesn't want to be with you, then Jake really isn't your boyfriend. So stay out of my business and I'll take the guitar." I said coolly, stretching my hand out to grasp the neck.

Miranda pulled it farther out of my reach "Oh no," she replied narrowing her eyes, "I think I'll be destroying this guitar. He doesn't need it, nor does he need you. When he finds out that you destroyed it, he won't want anything to do with you either."  She started to raise it as if she was going up to bat in a softball game, stepping closer to the wall.

I screamed "Miranda! No! Stop!"

I raced forward just as she moved it back to take a swing as the door behind me opened and slammed against the wall. Before I could even turn to look at them or stop myself, they shouted "Miranda what the hell?!"

She immediately dropped the guitar and acted as if the last five minutes had never happened. Miranda placed a sickeningly sweet smile on her face and cooed "Nothing babe."

I turned around to finally see who had found us, and let out a gasp when I did.

It was Jake.

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