The Drummer And The Actor Book 1

Chapter I (Edited)

(In this book Retz is transgender, so Retz's pronouns are he/him.)

Boom, boom, tap, boom, tap, boom, boom, tap

I play the beat on my desk as the teacher lectures us on how to get the area of a sphere, I'm so caught up in the beat that I forget what's going on around me. Boom, boom, tap, boom, tap,

"Killua, stop tapping on your desk and pay attention,"  Ms. Krueger yells, looking at me from the chalkboard, an uneven circle is drawn up on the chalkboard in bright yellow chalk.

No wonder she's not married.  Always nagging.

The class snickers at me and I blush a little from embarrassment.  Ms. Krueger just seems to hate me for it—she seems to hate me for my tapping.

"S-Sorry it's a habit,"

"Well you better get out of it,"

The thing is, I can't get out of it.  My mother says that I've been a drummer since the day I was born, always tapping on something, picking up a beat, tapping to the beat of the music. I can't stop tapping, I can't stop drumming. It's a part of me.

I slip my hands into my hoodie pockets and always have to keep myself in check to make sure I don't start to tap again.  Math class goes by slowly, I watch the clock as the red second hand on the clock slowly ticks.  Math is my last class of the day, so after that I have after school activities.  I am in the music club, and of course, I play the drums, we're practicing with the theatrics club since we're doing a school play, we're doing Dear Evan Hansen.  And, I'm really excited for it!

The bell rings and I zoom out of the classroom, wading my way through the loud and crowded hallways. I open my locker and shove all my materials in my backpack, zipping it up slinging it over my shoulders as I lock my locker. I head to the auditorium, being the first one there. I open the auditoriums' large doors, they slam shut behind me—it echoes through the quiet auditorium. I go into the pit and hop onto the seat by the drums and grab my drumstick, and begin warming up. I drumroll my snares and then pick up a beat,

Boom, tap, boom, boom, boom, tap, tap, boom, tap, boom, boom, boom, tap,

I didn't even notice that people were entering auditorium until they spoke to me.

"Nice beat, Kil,"  Retz says casually.

"Oh, thanks,"

Retz flashes me a quick and friendly smile.  Retz is actually one of my friends, which is odd because he's quite popular and I'm not really popular. He's really nice, and he's part of the theatrics club, everyone from the theatrics club seems to be really nice. They never judge, always friendly and willing to help out.

One by one everyone files in, I'm soon joined by Kurapika, Leorio, colt, and a couple of other people that I don't know very well. Kurapika plays the violin, Leorio plays the bass guitar, colt plays acoustic guitar, there's one pianist named Khai, two other violinists, a keyboardist, a trumpet player, and one electric guitarist.

The vocalists warm up as everyone in the pit starts to warm up too, the vocalists this year sound really good. Unlike last year, they've really grown. Mr. Shaiapouf comes into the auditorium, late, as usual.

"You're late again Mr. Shaiapouf,"

"Yes, yes, I know,"

"What song are we starting with," An oddly high pitched high pitched male with spiky green hair says.

"Let's start with Sincerely, Me," Mr. Shaiapouf grabs his baton and raises it. The room goes silent and everyone goes silent, everyone readies to play their instruments and to sing.

"One, two, three, four,"

On the four everyone starts to sing and play.  I pound on the drums and then the pianist starts to play, then the violinists. Soon after the theatrics kids start singing.

"Dear Evan Hansen we've been way too out of touch, things have been crazy and it's sucks that we don't talk that much. But I should tell you that I think of you each night, I rub my nipples and start moaning with delight,"

"Why would you write that,"

"I'm just trying to tell the truth,"

The two people singing are the spiky haired male and Retz. Damn, they're both really good at singing, if I tried to sing I'd sound like a dying pterodactyl chewing on a corncob.

"This needs to be perfect these emails have to prove that we were actually friends, just I'll do it." Retz sings. "I've gotta tell you, life without you has been hard."

"Hard,"

"Has been bad,"

"Bad,"

"Has been rough,"

"Kinky,"

The song goes smoothly and we actually sound professional, even Mr. Shaiapouf looks impressed! I feel proud, after all, the drums hold the beat of the song and brings the entire song together. I have never missed a beat in my entire life.

"Very good, now then, let's do Waving Through A Window."

The rest of the performances goes well, soon it ends and it's time to go home.  Time flies by when you're having fun—it seems to fly by too fast!  I say goodbye to the drum set before leaving and head out of the auditorium.  I start to walk home when Retz comes up by me.

"Hey, Killua.  I want you to meet someone."

I stop in my tracks and turn towards Retz.

"Who?"

"Him."  He says, motioning towards the spiky haired male from earlier.  "This is my friend, Gon."

I hold my hand out offering a handshake. "Pleased to meet you, Gon."

I look him in his hazel eyes and my gay heart immediately starts to bleed, my heart starts pound inside my chest, like there's a drummer in my heart.  Gon immediately grabs my hand and vigorously shakes it with a charming grin.

"It's actually you, I've heard so much about you from Retz! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you,"

"What'd you tell him?!" I say panicked looking at Retz, Retz just grins evilly at me.

To Be Continued...

This chapter has been edited.  Not redone.