The Right Note

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Wake up. Wake up, little girl. Baby, it's time to wake up." Somebody said softly and the ice cubes were dipped in my shirt.

I almost yelled when his hand covered my mouth.

I glared at Adam in front of me laughing silently.

"Come on, we have to work. It's twelve. And be quiet, you don't want your friends to wake up. Do you?" He said and I glared harder.

I removed his hand from my mouth, which I'm sure I had to disinfect later, and got up.

"Get out." I said.

"We have no time for you to try and gussy up for me." He said and I flipped him the middle finger.

I slipped on my flips flops and grabbed my cello and walked out with him.

"How the hell are we going to play together?" I asked as we got closer to the music room.

"We'll figure it out." He said.

"You play the guitar. How are we going to make up a song between the cello and the guitar?" I asked.

"Woman! Would you stop whining? I'm in this mess, too." He said and opened the music room.

The music room was this huge circular room with the dome. It was perfect for music because of the ceramic it was made of. But it was sound proof so no one outside could hear.

"Warm ups?" He asked as he tuned his guitar and I rosined my bow.

"Yeah." I said and grabbed a black stool from the storage room.

"You're the strangest girl I've met." He muttered as I grabbed my cello and sat down.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He shook his head and played his scales on one side of the room as I played mine.

"Why am I so strange?" I asked once I finished the first set of scales.

"Because you chose an instrument almost your size to play and you act like it's your soul. You're strange." He shrugged and I raised an eyebrow.

"Is that a compliment?" I teased.

"Don't flatter yourself." He smirked.

"The day I'm flattered because of you is the day I trade my soul to the devil, Adam." I said.

"Well, it's time to give the devil your soul." He grinned.

"Oh just shut up." I said and started the second set of scales.

We played separately scales and argued the whole time about how annoying he sounded or how he thought I sounded terrible.

Even though I'm sure I sound great.

"Seriously? What is that?! Is that even a note?!" He groaned.

"You can't even pluck your strings properly!" I exclaimed.

"Go tune your cello." He said.

"Go tune your guitar properly." I countered.

"You are so annoying!" He exclaimed.

"Me?! You're the one who's getting on my nerves!" I said.

"You know what? I'm done. It's already one." He said while putting his guitar back in its case.

"Fine! Go! You sound terrible anyway." I said and packed my cello.

I opened the door and stormed out.