The Music room was full of noise from a drum kit, guitars and many other instruments. The smell of Mr Meadows’s coffee was in the air and the morning sunlight beamed through the large windows. Mr Meadows was walking around listening to his student’s music while Steven was sat on the stool with his guitar by Amy who was sat at the black Grand Piano and they were talking about Steven’s music and his band.
“Why don’t Tom and Mark go to this school?” Amy asked admiring Steven casually strumming his guitar,
“Oh I had to go to this one instead of their one on the other side of Allestree because their school didn’t have any spaces left” Steven explained
“Oh that’s a shame, why did you have to move to still be with the band?”
“Well Tom and Mark said they couldn’t keep travelling 2 hours to my house every month, plus one band practice every month wasn’t getting us anywhere, so my mum and dad agreed they’d move me here for the band if I kept at it and made LostAlone famous; basically they want us to make money so the cost of moving didn’t seem so bad” Mr Meadows strolled over to the two who were talking and not working
“Alright guys, what are you two doing?” Mr Meadows greeted them with a smile,
“Yeah we’re good, just thinking up something interesting for my bridge, and Steven needs to find something for his chorus” Amy explained; it was true that they needed to do that but they’d given up and started talking instead.
“Oh right, let’s hear what you’ve got Amy” Mr Meadows asked so Amy played her piece and the teacher gave her a few tips to make an interested bridge, he listened to Steven’s song ‘Blood Is Sharp’ and helped him with a chorus “Nice job guys, you would do great in the music industry” Mr Meadows said as he walked away to help someone else with their work. Suddenly the door to the classroom opened and Mr Broadbent, the headmaster, walked in, silver hair, spectacles and all.
“Excuse me, Mr Meadows, I need to have a word with a Miss Marvin” Mr Broadbent announced in a frail voice, he glanced around the classroom that had fallen silent at his entrance, and met Amy’s eyes. Amy stood up and walked out of the room with him, Mr Broadbent closed the door and stood in front of Amy looking at her,
“Now you know why I called you here to talk, don’t you?” He began in a stern voice. Amy thought for a moment and couldn’t think up a reason why.
“Um, no I don’t know why, sorry” Amy admitted shyly, looking down at her feet.
“The assembly you didn’t attend on Friday? Where were you?!” Mr Broadbent raised his voice slightly and Amy remembered how important an assembly it was.
“Oooh...” Amy replied sadly and remembered the reason she was going to use as to why she wasn’t there “I was in the bathroom being sick, I thought if I’d gone up on that stage my nerves would have also got to me and made it even worse, so I saved the front row from a messy start to the day...” Amy thought this was highly funny but kept a straight face, Mr Broadbent didn’t see the hilarity at all,
“That is unacceptable, Miss Marvin, you should have informed a member of staff so they could find someone to take your place, instead of making the school miss a huge part of important information that I had to waste time at the end giving out, and for that I’m afraid it’s a lunch time detention.” Mr Broadbent said firmly, his eyes narrowed.
“But sir I was going to be sick I couldn’t tell anyone!” Amy protested
“Don’t dig yourself a deeper hole, you wasted mine and the whole school’s time, so I’ll waste yours. That will be all.” Mr Broadbent announced, he had the final word and walked off down the corridor, leaving Amy lost for words; she’d never had a detention before, she wondered what she had to do...
“What was that all about, babe?” Steven asked Amy as she wandered back into the class and sat down,
“Oh I just got a lunch time detention for missing the assembly on Friday...” Amy explained quietly, still shocked at what had just happened.
“Aww shite... hey at least it’s not an after school detention eh?” Steven replied optimistically,
“Yeah... I guess...” Amy answered as she went back to playing the piano but stopped soon after and said “I don’t think I should carry on with this piece, my change in mood will affect the emotion in the song”
“Good point, I’ll join you in sitting here doing fuck-all!” Steven answered as he put his guitar down “I wanted to talk to you about Saturday as well...” he added as he moved his chair closer to Amy sat at the piano, elbow on the closed lid, head in her hand.
“What about it?” Amy replied sounding tired,
“I thought you tasted great” Steven laughed quietly,
“Oh god...” Amy chuckled lightly and rubbed her eyes in her hands.
