Step In My Shoes [High School Reader]

First Day Back At School: Music Class

Period 2, before break

I was in music class, paying attention to the way the teacher ran her fingers along the Piano. I've always been looking for better ways to improve my finger action, mainly because I type a lot, AND my fingers get tired really easily when I'm writing lyrics.

I hummed one of my tunes quietly, until the teacher pointed out that the melody was absolutely beautiful, and insisted I play it for her. The chord progression was quite complex, and the melody was quite a simple yet unique pattern. The notes used in the tune were strung together by myself to create a sence of melancholic beauty, a feeling that I knew, deep down, would connect with all of my peer's hearts.

When I put my fingers to the keys and began to play, I closed my eyes, to help with memorization. My teacher's mouth agape, my classmates staring at me playing the song that I made, I didn't open my eyes until the whole arrangement was done.

My anxiety screamed yet whispered in my head... "you messed it up, they hate you, they wish you would've thrown yourself from the highest peak in the town! Filth..."

Once my eyes opened, I saw the entire class speechless, like they'd just heard a live performance of "Turkish March" from Mozart himself. My face looked defeated, until everyone stood up and clapped. My anxiety disappeared, as I whispered a subtle "oh really?" to myself.

I started to get flustered as my classmates sat down, and my close friend, Isabella came to sit down next to me on the Piano bench.

Isabella: that was beautiful, who wrote it?!

Y/N: m-*turns away* me...

Isabella laughed and punched my shoulder playfully. "Y/N, I know you can make some absolutely banging rap beats, but there's no possible way that you wrote a classical piece that in depth, don't take away Bach's credit!" She continued to smile "Who REALLY wrote it?"

I sighed and showed her the exact instruments I used in the original song, and she plugged her earphones in to listen. "Oh..." She muttered "Oh, you weren't joking..." A smirk grows on her face as she starts to get into the music "OK!" She starts to bop her head heavily to the music.

She takes her earphones out in a millisecond. "You could fucking sell that to an artist, Y/N! That's incredible!" She starts to smile uncontrollably. "you've got some crazy talent!"

Y/N's smile starts to fade away as their anxiety plays up again...
"Talent...... Yeah, right, you couldn't make a beat to save your mother's life..."

Y/N: *mutters to self in a deep, authoritative, yet quiet tone* get out of my head...

Izzy (that's your cute little nickname for Isabella) looked at you, confused. "hmm?"

Y/N: *gets flustered once again* o-Oh, it-its nothing... *puts on a weak and fake smile*

Izzy: Are you sure? You look like you're gonna try slit someone's mother's neck open! *obviously trying to lighten Y/N up*

Y/N: hehe... I just might *smiles at Izzy*

Isabella walks back off and the bell goes off for Break. I sit with one of my few average friend groups: Lexie, Anna, Kayleigh, and Kenzie.

They're all sharing a video on Snapchat of my performance in Music Class, moments prior. I can't stomach seeing myself be praised for much longer, so I stood up and left. The girls weren't offended though, that's a normal thing I do.

Today is gonna be the shittiest day of my whole life...