Tolerate it

Chapter one: the crashed rehearsal 

" ok now we're going to try that song again, and I need you to hit that note!" Sandra says to me.
" Ok! I got this right? You won't let me fuck this up completely right? You know how important this single concert is... I need to prove that I'm still the girl who grew up here." I rambled on, my nerves getting the best of me.
Sandra looks at me like I have completely lost it. She knows how I get but she's never seen it this bad before. I feel as though a hole needs to open on the floor and swallow me.
" Ava Sinclair?" I hear a familiar voice from below where the seats are.
" coach? I didn't know you were still here" I say realizing exactly who it is.
Coach Taylor looks up at me from the front floor of the stage.
" Had some last minute meetings with my team to finish up and heard you over in the office. You sound good honey." He explains looking around, as if he looking for someone.
" Thanks Zach, my dad says you should call him, he'll be in town for the concert next week. And I know he misses you." I tell him.
Zach Taylor, head coach of the Cincinnati Bengals, was also my fathers shining pupil. My dad was his high school football coach, and will never get over how far he's come.
" I'll text him when we wrap up here. Speaking of which have you seen Joe, Tee and Sam?" He asks while still looking around.
" You say that as if I know who you're players are Taylor. I can't keep up with your roster anymore." I joke. I can see he's holding back a eye roll.
" COACH! WERE UP HERE!" I can hear someone shout from the second level.
Zach rolls his eyes and looks behind him, as he looks up the lights move to where three huge guys are standing.
" Those your boys coach?" I ask him with a light smirk, knowing he's going to be so fucking mad they're here watching me rehearse.
" Get your asses down here now! We're done for the night and I want you to apologize to Ava! NOW!" Zach yells, as he does they all slightly jump.
I can't help but giggle at these three huge football players jump at Zach yelling at them.
Ten minutes goes by when finally I see the three guys standing beside Zach.
" Ava, sweetie I know you're tired and you want to go sleep, but we need to take it from the top of Style one more time okay? Then we can all go home." Sandra tells me.
I sigh, Style was the one song not working for me tonight. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me but I can get the notes right.
" Fine, but I get a extra hour tomorrow. Deal?" I try to bargain, knowing she'll give me what I want.
" On one condition, you get the fucking notes right this time." She sasses back to me.
With out another word, the light dim and the music starts.
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