GenderFluid {Joshler}

two

i want chicken. sorry this took so long to write!!
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"You're just background."

"It's not real music."

"That requires no talent."

"It's just noise."

That's like all anyone ever says about drums. Nobody knows the drums true beauty.

It's the end of the day and I have another hour to wait at the school before my mom gets off work to pick me up. So I decide to use the music room.

I walk across campus, school got let out 10 minutes ago and it's completely deserted. Minus the occasional pot heads and fuck boys.

I reach the music room, the room has character, but is in desperate need of repair.

I smile lightly at the music teacher who throws me the extra key reminding me to lock up after I'm done. Now I'm completely alone.

I gently sit down and take out my drum sticks.

Taking out all my anger from today, this week, and my life, I go nuts.

So nuts in fact, after about 5 minutes I'm tired and sweaty. But I don't stop. I just slow down. This time playing more of a beat. It started off kinda bad but soon I got into the rythm. (the run and go lol).

I start the beat over, lowkey becoming obsessed. I see a figure open the door and slowly walk in. I ignore it though.

The figure, who I have now identified as a male, stands and watches me for a minute before carefully walking over to the set of keyboards in the corner. He sits at the largest keyboard and fiddles with the nobs.

Seconds later the room is filled with piano and drums. I look up and see the boy, he looks....gone. But here at the same time. Like his body is in front of the keyboard but his mind is in another world.

Than I realize who's behind the keyboard. Why is he doing this?

I slow down, to the point where I stop. The boy stops too.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks quietly.

"It's you. You're the asshole that sends all of his stupid friends to bully me." I'm standing now.

"Wait.."

"No shut up. This is stupid! After years of bullying me, tormenting me, you think you can just....be nice?"

They boy doesn't speak.

"I don't know your name, a-and I don't care to know. I-i just... lock the door when you leave." I grab my stuff and throw the boy the keys. Shoving the door open and running out.

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idk where i was going with this.