Oakley [ON HOLD]

06

" So you'll have to stay there over thanksgiving" Reed says over the phone.

"Why? I thought you guys said that there was an event tomorrow evening that you wanted me at?"

"We're aware, at the moment though we're quite busy and any other additions would just get in the way" he says awkwardly.

Oh.. I understand.

"Right. Ok then, I won't come. See you guys whenever" I said calmly before hanging up.

I wasn't expecting to go back to New York during the break but they had said that there was an event they wanted me at, for press reasons of course. I guess not anymore. I wasn't surprised though, they've done this before. They only care about publicity and things when it benefits themselves.

They told me on multiple occasions how little they care for me and how my presence only benefits their social status.

It's a wonderful thing knowing that literally no one enjoys your presence and cares for you. Just wonderful.

Everyone at the academy had already left for the break and I was just waiting for an employee of ours to come pick me up but I guess that's not happening.

I quickly turned my rooms lights back on and let out a loud sigh. At least I'll be here all alone, literally everyone left so no one will even know I'm here.

What to do, what to do, what to do?

My mind races with all of the things I could do for the next couple days.

Pacing around the room I tried to figure out what to do before my eyes landed on my cello and a smile bloomed.

Have you ever played in a literal grand entrance? I haven't for a long while and I can't seem to remember just how much I love the echo of the chords. I quickly gather my equipment and a stool before heading into the academies grand entrance.

It was the type that you see at theatres. Large archways, grand stairs, large fireplace, angels painted along the cathedral like ceiling. I quickly headed over to the fireplace and lit a match, throwing it towards the logs as I watched it catch flame. A warm glow encasing a small area of the large darkened space caused by the almost midnight hour.

Setting my stool down I sat and adjusted my position. Bringing my cello lightly toward my sternum, feeling the weight of the instrument, I brought my fingers toward the chords. My opposite arm brought the bow toward the instrument as I began.