(Y/N)'s POV
"Working nine to five.." Mark and I finish. Steph plays out the last few notes and we all high five. Rapid clapping sounds from behind us and we turn to see Dylan with a huge smirk.
"Niiicce." He compliments.
"Uh, thanks man." Mark responds for us.
"It's a shame I couldn't hear everyone sing. They ran out like their life depended on being out of this room." He chuckles. "What was up with them?" He asks. I can't tell if he really has no clue or is just trying to confirm his suspicions. I go for the latter, in his favour.
"I guess they were just nervous about singing in front of somebody they didn't know." Mark says, shoving his hands in his pockets. Dylan nods.
"Anyway, Steph that was really good. Do you know any other songs in full so we can sing along?" I ask, turning towards her.
"Well, I can play-" She gets cut off by the door opening and Mrs. Black popping her head in.
"Mark, Stephanie, are you supposed to be somewhere?" She asks, like she knows they are. They look at each other confusedly.
"I don't think so.." Steph replies warily.
"Sports ring any bells?" Mrs.Black hints. They both think for a moment. All of a sudden I think I can almost see Mark's lightbulb go on.
"Badminton meeting. Oh no." Steph's lightbulb switches on too.
"Thats the one. You better get going like now." Mrs. Black says. She removes her head from the door and walks back to class.
"See you (Y/N)!" Steph says, running out the door. Mark turns around before leaving, and I give him a 'seriously?' look before glancing at Dylan who has his back to us reading a poster.
He gives me an apologetic look then says "Bye, (Y/N)." Great. Now I am alone with Dylan. It would be fine if I knew him. But he will just stand there and I'll have to do something. I'd go back to class, but since the other singers left everything will be taken. He hears the door close and he turns round.
I just kind of stare at the just closed door, praying someone might come back.A few seconds of unbearably awkward silence go by before he speaks up.
"Well, go on then. Chose another song." He says. I turn my head to him and give him a 'are-you-freaking-kidding-me' look. "To sing." He adds, like I'm confused.
"Sorry, I could've sworn the word 'sing' just came out of your mouth." I reply.
"Well, yeah. This is music class." He says matter-of-factly.
"You don't say." My voice drips with sarcasm. "But there is no one else here to sing with. It would just be me." I add, less sarcastic this time.
"Really?" He looks round the room then back at me, mouth open and gasping. I smirk, then roll in my lips to hide the smiling. He grins at me. "What? Cos I'm here? If you want to be a singer or sing, you have to do it in front of people. Just start and you'll see it isn't so bad."He smiles innocently at me.
"You heard that, huh?" I ask.
"Let's just say you really need to work on your whispering skills." He laughs.
"Hey, I had to say that to a group of people! It wasn't just one person!" I defend. This makes him laugh a little harder.
"Alright, alright. Fair enough. But seriously, just sing." He says after he has calmed down.
"I don't even have accompaniment! My pianist has left." I argue, gesturing towards the empty piano chair.
"You seemed confident enough to do so with your friends. I bet if you didn't have a backing track with them you would still sing." He points out. God, this guy is stubborn. But so am I.
"Ok, I would. But that's different." I retort. Weak argument but its all I've got.
"How so?" He questions.
"Because its not one on one. You would have other people to notice and look at, not just me. I would be singing to and with a crowd, not just you." I slump into the nearest chair, which happens to be the one for the pianist. "Look, I'm fine with just sitting here for the rest of the period. Which happens to have-" I look at the clock and groan. "40 minutes left." I whine.
"Well, if you want to sing with and to a crowd," He starts, going back to my previous statement. "Then maybe, I could sing with you." He plants himself on the seat with me. I raise my eyebrows at him.
"You wouldn't want-" he cuts me off.
"No I do. Especially if it gets you to sing again." He the first sentence firmly, then the second one gently. I sigh, knowing I won't be able to change his mind.
"But what song should we-" I cut myself off as a thought pops into my head. "To make this easier, I'll just pick the first one off the pile." I say, getting up. I pick up the first song sheet and sit back down next to him. I look at the sheet to see that it's 'Wannabe' by The Spice Girls. "Yea, this'll do." I say. I look up to see his cheeks a little red. "What?" I ask.
"Nothing, nothing. I just know this song well." He replies. He waits.
"You're starting genius. I'll join in, but you can't stop singing or I'll have to skin you." I warn. He smiles and then starts.
"Yo, I'll tell you want I want, what I really really want..."
He's better than I thought he was going to be.
