Chapter 4: I Want To Read It
As I ran I heard the voice come closer and closer but as I wiped my tears from my eyes, I ran faster and faster till I heard the voice no more and I was a good mile away from the school. After sitting down I looked at my watch to see I had about 40 minutes left before my choir practice, so I sat down in a shady spot under a tree by the park away from the school and began going through my pockets to pull out the note. As I look through my pockets my cell phone rings, so I put everything away and pull my phone out.
It was the schools phone number, so I answered it after the 5th ring to not make it look abvious that I was there."Hello?" I answered letting out a yawn as if i was just waking up.
"Thank god you answered, Where are you?" It was my choir director, I relaxed a bit till "Why aren't you here? We started about 20 minutes ago. Did you not get the memo?" He continued then paused for my answer. "Did you not get the memo?" he repeated.
"No, I am sorry I was told it would start at 7am not 6am. I did not receive the memo to come early." I replied with my voice still sounding as if I was asleep when he called.
"Well we are on a break at the moment for 5 minutes. I told Your friend, he was supposed to tell you, what was his name? Michael?" he paused, then continued "yes yes it was Michael. he said he would tell you since you guys hang out every day."
"I'm apologize, we actually didn't hang out so he was unable to contact me and tell me. Ill be over in a few minutes." I replied . I still had to go home and change or something so I wouldn't be recognized when I came back to the school. I was very greatful that my house was only a minute away from the school. But The Note was still unread and I was getting very curious. So I got up and ran home through the back way so I would not be seen by any school faculty or security. I then changed and got ready and went over to the front of the school with the unopened, and unread note still in my pocket screaming at me telling me to take a peek. I refused, I had choir practice to get to.
As I walked up to the office to sign into class, I heard a man yell "HEY YOU!!!!" My heart jumped and was in my throat then dropped to the bottom of my feet. Well it at least felt like that. As I turn around it was my ex-wrestling coach Mr. Mika. He kicked me off the team because he saw me kiss a guy once and he felt that I was using wrestling as a way to get to feel up men and it certainly was not that at all, especially since I was very good at wrestling and I had no attraction to any of my teammates. But his excuse was 'if you really want to wrestle and be gay as well then you should come out to the team and not hide any secrets or you can leave'. It was pathetic that he used that against me. I guess he was just a homophobic adult that couldn't bring himself to realize that his team had secrets and they are all hiding them. But anyways, he is an asshole. Enough said.
"What Do You Want?!" I answered in a very rude way.
"I need to talk to you" He replied, "I am sorry about before" he continued. I guess my explanation of him might of been off the deep end to call him an asshole, but he did act like a huge donkey when he gave me an ultimatum that he knew the end result would be me leaving the team. "I know I am the last person you want to speak to but I really need to speak to you. Ple..."
I replied while cutting him off before he can go on a rant because when he begins to rant on and on, there is no stoping him. "Sorry coach I have to get to choir practice, I am already late, lets speak after my practice." As I begin to walk toward my choir class I said "I promise I will come by your office in about an hour maybe less" at this time it was already 6:40 a.m. I had no other choice but to agree and come after my practice.
"Okay I have a surprise for you" He said right before I was about to pull open my choir class door.
"Okay?" I answered with curiousity seeping into my voice. My curiousity level must of hit me like a 1,000 pounds of pure stone right into my mind. Now, I am curious about the note in my pocket aswell as the surprise he will have for me at his office. His office is a classroom. He also taught chemistry, weird right? I think he just has an anger problem and loves to take it out in wrestling and blowing things up with the different mixtures and chemical compounds.
I had to find a way to get all of this out of my mind, I had to focus on my singing, and helping my fellow choir lovers. So as I walk in I see three very formally dressed individuals with notebooks.. One of them was my director which he had a name tag on that read his last name "Mr. Charter". Mr Charter is in his late 30's. I believe he is only 36 or 37. The other two had name tags too, Mr charter was to the very left and then there was "Mrs. Mitchelle"; a very young woman, looks to be in her early 30's, She was in the middle. Then there was a man in a half mask over the right side of his face. Reminded me of "Phantom of the Opera". His name tag read "Mr. Roads".
"Hello there, you must be the one who we have been waiting for, Ryan correct?" The man on the the far right spoke. "I am Mr. Roads; CEO and Founder of 'Voice Collections', you must of heard of it" His voice was familiar, but I just couldn't put grasp it.
"Before we begin let me present myself" The woman in the middle stood up and came to shake my hand "I am Mrs. Mitchelle, I am the coordinator for "No Longer Contained" Musical, you must have heard of us before aswell. You already know your choir director I presume, and Mr. Roads has already introduced himself" She continued as I put my hand out still looking confused and very curious at what is going on. After shaking my hand she went back to sit down, then she pulled out her notepad one more time.
"I am sorry to put you on the spot Ryan, but you do better under pressure" I hear my director speak while looking into my eyes. As I look into his eyes; all I see is love for music and then he smiled and said "Shall we begin? Choir come out, come out, where ever you are..." As he said that the choir appeared from behind the black curtain that was placed behind me standing there dressed in the clothes I have had in my notebook that I gave Michael to look over for me. They all waived at me as they stood still and then the lights began to dim and then close.
