Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 7

♫Lord Almighty

I'm burning a hole where I lay

Cause your kisses lift me higher

Like the sweet song of a choir♫

"This is so childish," Emily, a second soprano, whined into the circle of people. Hudson sent her a look and sighed.

"No one asked you. Go to bed." She stared at him as if it was a challenge and he quirked an eyebrow at her, but she didn't speak again.

"Put your hand up if you're in nine, ten, or eleven," Jonathon instructed, and I awkwardly put my hand up until Leigh pulled it down, making the decision for both of us that we were in Grade 12 tonight.

"Bed time children!" He sang and shooed them all out with his hands. Some grumbled and fought a little, but for the most part they were all exhausted from a long day of practice. I couldn't understand why I was still here, and how they even had the authority to make everyone else leave. There was significantly more Grade 12's in the band than all the others. One of the fears was that after they graduated there would be no band, which would mean Fortuity would become an a capella choir. Not that I cared, because I was totally going to be long out of choir by that point.

We were all sat in an awkwardly shaped circle that didn't quite fit everyone. Leigh was leaning against me and I didn't want to tell her but she was too heavy for me to support. Not that she was heavy but because I was weak. My arm was caving from supporting us and my hand was hurting from the roughness of the carpet and we'd only been here for five minutes maximum. I once had a friend that could bench-press his girlfriend; I would never be that guy.

"I'm going first. Any objections?" Hudson asked and no one in the circle said anything. It was weird how he was in control of the whole group. It's not like he was the most attractive guy or the best player in the band- he wasn't even that crucial, he was one of the 10 trumpet players- but everyone respected him for some reason.

"Carl," Hudson started, talking to the ginger kid who played the piano. He was exquisite to say the least, and once he graduated we were truly fucked. He got a fully paid scholarship into some Jazz program. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Call your ex and ask them if they want to have a threesome."

Carl pulled his phone out of his back pocket and tentatively flipped it over in his hands while a few people stifled their laughter. "Does it have to be my most recent ex?"

Hudson nodded as Carl scrolled through his contacts before tentatively letting his thumb hover over a name. He tapped it and sucked in a breath, then he put the phone on speaker- which turned out not to be necessary as a phone started vibrating within the circle. It was Kim's- the girl I'd referred to as the fat alto in the choir. Her face flushed and some people stared with wide eyes as other broke down laughing.

"Bro, you could have saved us those five seconds of our life and just said she was in the room with us," Hudson said.

Then came the mean snickers from around the room:

Guess we know who was on top.

Oh come on, that dude has got to be gay.

Totally gay.

I felt bad for Carl, but more so for Kim. Sure, she was larger but it was weird to say that it suited her. I couldn't imagine her being thin- and when she dressed up she looked fine as hell.