"Strangers passing in the street,
"By chance two separate glances meet.
"And I am you and what I see is me."
-Echoes, by Pink Floyd.
It was rare for you to get nervous about something, especially since you normally would go head-first.
But there was...
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It was currently second hour, which was advanced orchestra for me along with a few of my friend, just not from my friend group.
I was the closest with the first four chairs.
4th chair, Derek.
3rd chair, Elizabeth.
2nd chair, Vanessa.
Me being first chair, which was a complete surprise since me and Vanessa were neck to neck with being the best.
Me and her asked the teacher why I was first chair, her telling us that I was a quicker learned compared to Vanessa.
I was proud of it, but even so I did believed that Vanessa would've been a great first chair too.
We were currently having practice time, since we begged our teacher to let us have it for weeks.
Everyone was doing their own thing, practicing some songs in their music books while me and Vanne decided to practice our own songs from what we knew already.
"So, which one are we doing?" Asked the short girl.
"I don't really know, maybe El Cascabel?" I recommend.
"I ain't singing." She looked me dead in the eye.
I sighed, she was a great singer but it wasn't always that she sang mariachi songs, she ordered playing them.
"Alright, alright. Pull up the music, I'll just rosin my bow really quick."
As she was getting our music out, I noticed a few people over hearing our conversation, interested in what we would do.
We started playing, the music was fast and if we messed up it would go to waste trying to play.
"Yo tenia mi cascabel con una cinta morada,
"Con una cinta morada, yo tenia mi cascabel."
She repeated my words, to make it sound like there were the other mariachis playing.
"Y como era de orapel." I held the note for long enough.
"Y como era de orapel, se lo do a mi prenda amada,
"'pa que jugará con él, allá por la madrugada." She sang afterwards.
We played our violins for a few minutes, fast enough to catch the ear of people, making them turn their heads towards us and staring.
"Anoche por la ventana platicando con Leonnor,
"Platicando con Leonnor, anoche por la ventana." I told the story as she repeated my words.
"Me pidio que le cantara." I held the word
"Me pidio que le cantara el cascabel por menor,
"Y que no me dilatara, me dia de favor." Those were the last words she repeated as the song continued.
