charmed | kivi (eng)

7

Violeta was having a hard time concentrating on her piano playing since the girl who was playing the guitar three seats over was distracting her. The last thing Violeta expected was for Chiara Oliver to step foot in her music class.

She couldn't help but glance over at Chiara who seemed to be avoiding her gaze since she spotted her earlier. Chiara seemed to catch on very quick, glancing only at her music sheet a few times before she memorized how to play the chorus. Violeta was still staring at Chiara when her fingers missed a key and threw off the entire class.

"Sorry," Violeta mumbled turning red. She hated that the piano was the always loudest in the room so it was obvious when she made a mistake.

"It's alright, that's why we practice," Mr. Thompson said raising his baton conducting the class to start again.

Violeta resumed her playing and looked at Chiara again and was surprised to find her looking back. Chiara gave her a little smile before averting her eyes back to her music stand.

The bell rang signaling the end of class and everyone scrambled off desperate to get to lunch. Chiara gathered her things and started to leave the room when Mr. Thompson stopped her.

"Ms. Oliver, can you stay for a while?"

Chiara gripped the strap of her bag impatiently. She wasn't going have time to eat lunch if this took long. 'Um, sure," she said reluctantly.

"Ms. Hódar, can you stay, too?" he asked before Violeta could leave the classroom.

Violeta looked at the teacher and then at Chiara. She had no idea what he could possibly want from the both of them.

"Yes, Mr. Thompson?" She stood beside Chiara who had once again avoided her gaze.

"As you know, we have a concert in a two weeks-"

Chiara couldn't help but snort and Mr. Thompson narrowed his eyes at her. "Is there a problem, Ms. Oliver?"

Chiara bit her lip guiltily. "Um, no, I just didn't know you guys had concerts."

"Well, we do, and considering you just joined us and are very behind, you have very little time to learn all our songs." He handed her a folder filled with papers. "These are all the songs we're doing but there's a lot of revisions."

Chiara frowned as she flipped through all the music. "I can't learn all these in two weeks," she said.

Mr. Thompson smiled at Violeta who looked at him confused. "This is where Ms. Hódar comes in."

"Huh?" both girls said surprised.

"Well, Violeta is the only one who knows all the parts considering she plays the piano, I want her to work with you on the songs so you can perform with us at the concert," Mr. Thompson explained.

There were so many things that could go wrong with this that Chiara had no idea where to start. "I think I can learn these songs myself," she said taking a look at the sheets again. "Violeta doesn't have to help me."

Violeta looked at her curiously. She was sure that Chiara would jump at the opportunity to work with her. "I don't mind," Violeta said without thinking and Chiara looked at her surprised. "I mean," she cleared her throat. "If it helps you learn the songs faster, I don't mind helping you out."

"Alright then," Mr. Thompson said while clapping his hands together. "Thank you, Violeta. You girls can go to lunch now."

"So do you want to meet after school?" Chiara asked once they left the classroom.

Suddenly realizing the situation she was thrown in, Violeta became very nervous. "Oh, um, I have a student council meeting after school."

"Oh, right," said Chiara a bit disappointed. "Well, whatever time works for you, just let Juanjo know."