She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Kenzie's POV

I was really nervous for choir today. Clarissa kept telling me I did fine, but I still didn't know what Mr. Gatston thought about it, and the suspense was killing me. The whole class, he taught about music theory, which is pretty boring. After a whole class of being stressed over the day before, the bell finally rang. Everyone packed their things and left, but I was stopped before I could head out the door.

"Kenzie," Mr. Gatston called. I stopped and looked at Clarissa, who gave me an encouraging smile before leaving. I nervously turned around and walked back to Mr. Gatston.

"Y-yes sir?" I asked, not meaning to stutter.

"Don't be nervous, it's nothing bad. I wanted to talk about yesterday."

I looked down at the floor. "Oh."

"I was going to tell you how talented you are. Do you take lessons?"

I looked up, a bit surprised. "Well, no, not really."

"Well I was hoping you'd consider joining this year's chorus. It's different than regular classes. We'll have extra rehearsals and we'll perform at various places throughout the year."

"Really? You'd want me?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. "I've never really sung in front of people before."

"I think you'd be just fine," he insured. "You'll think about it, right?"

"Sure," I answered.

"Great. Auditions are next Friday after school." The bell rang, telling everyone that the next class had already started. "Here, I'll write you a pass." Mr. Gatston went back to his desk and scribbled something on a sticky note. He signed his name and gave the note to me.

"Thanks," I said before leaving to go to my next class. I was really surprised, and kind of excited. I'll definitely think about joining. It sounds fun.

I walked into Ms. Baker's eighth period math class, and handed her the note. She nodded and thanked me, and I sat in my seat next to Clarissa. I took out my notebook and started doing the work Ms. Baker had assigned. It was pretty basic math. Clarissa finished a little sooner than I did. When I was done, I turned my work in and sat back down.

"So what did he say?" Clarissa asked.

"He said he wanted me to join the chorus."

"Really? That's awesome!"

"Yeah," I said, still not sure if I want to.

"You're going to do it, right?" Clarissa asked.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"Come on, it'll be fun. I'm going to audition."

"I know you'll make it."

"But he didn't personally tell me that I should try it. He mentioned it to you, which means if you try, you'll probably make it." I shrugged as the bell rang, releasing us from school. I walked out with Clarissa and spotted Mom's car.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said before heading to Mom's car.

"How was it?" She asked as I got in.

"Good," I answered.

"Did you find out anything about choir?"

"He wants me to join the actual chorus. We'll go sing at places and stuff."

"That sounds fun. Are you going to do it?" Mom asked.

"I don't know," I said with a sigh. "I mean, it sounds fun, but I've never sang in front of people."

"Uh, you sang in front of your entire class," Mom said in a 'duh' tone. "And it sounds like you did pretty great."

"I guess."

"How long do you have to think about it?"

"Until next Friday."

"That gives you plenty of time to prepare." I just shrugged. "I'm not going to make you do something you don't want to do, but I just want you to take advantage of any opportunity you get."

I smiled at her. "I know."

We got home and when we walked in, the TV was on. It was a couple having a full on make out session. I cringed at the memories of my dad touching me.

"Sorry," Mom said, grabbing the remote. "I forgot to turn the TV off. And I don't know what that was. I was not watching any of that," she said, turning it off.

I walked to the table and got my homework out. I needed those images out of my head.