You're My Spark

9 \\ Perfection

Just to fuck with you, here's an unexpected chapter that I've entirely finished. Also

IM OFF HIATUS

My writers block is gone and I'm feel so less stressed out about wattpad. Thankyou for giving me the space I needed, it means so much to me!! Get ready for 3 awesome chapters in the near future, I'm so excited to show you what I have in store for NomNom!!

I love you all muchly, Now enjoy this shitty written chapter XD

[A N N E T T E]

As I walked towards campus, away from Zoe's black hatchback, I smiled at the day ahead. Ever had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that something greats going to happen. It's like a tickle and a burn mixed together in a weird bundle of happiness sitting in your stomach.  It's strange, but it made sense. Today was All Practical Day- my hands down, favourite part of studying at LPAC.

Once a month at LPAC we have a day where theoretical and written classes were wiped off the table. They open the doors to every music classroom, the dust was shaken off the costumes, the theatre lights flickered on and for once, the studio booking sheet was filled line for line. There are no classes of any kind, all there is are some professors and professionals walking around campus, helping students achieve their personal music goals, that are completely unrelated to their classes and lectures.

You'd think that as a performing arts college/university, that we'd have loads of practical classes (where musical instruments are played) instead of theoretical (written work) but in fact, theoretical is more common than you'd think. That's why these days were so special to us students, we didn't get the chance to use the opportunities this school had to offer too often, so these days were awesome. And yes, I know, I have my own music studio, but they weren't as advanced as some of these studios.

Today was one of those days and I was excited to say the least. My violin swung by my side in its navy case and my shoulder bag was completely bursting at the seems with music notations, music sheets and new songs I'm working on for the band. I might as well take advantage of the studios, right?

First stop, studio 8, classical. Nelly and I had agreed to meet with some of her orchestra buddies for an hour or so to practice some stuff we'd been working on. Nelly's main instrument is violin, but she's just as incredible at Cello as well. She's been teaching me since we met and now that I've got my own violin, I've finally picked it up and we play together. Today will be the first time I'll play with (basically) professional violinists. Wish me luck.

I pushed open the door to Studio 8, escaping from the hallway, and found Nelly playing a grand tune on her violin with ease. Two guys stood either side of her, both with violins in hand, harmonising what she was playing. I crept in and walked over to the piano that sat in the corner of the studio, placing my bag on the stool and my violin and case on the top surface. I watched as the three sped up, flicking their bows against the strings gracefully, like they'd done it a million times before (they probably had, actually..)

They came to the end of the composition and I clapped endearingly. Nelly laughed, one of the guys, this one with sandy blond hair and silver, thin-rimmed glasses, bowed thankfully.

"Nice to see you wanted to join us, Netty." Nelly joked, punching me playfully with one hand, he bow and violin in the other, "-This is Mitch and Zander, my friends from orchestra."

"Hi Netty, I'm Mitch." The one with the blond hair greeted me, the other guy wasn't so friendly.

"When you said Netty, I didn't think you meant Annette Garret." spoke the other guy with the brown chestnut hair. He kinda rolled his eyes before flicking through his composition sheets, almost as if he was disgusted by my presence.