Sing Me A Song

Chapter 2

Chapter two

You say it best, when you say nothing at all

 – Ronan Keating

I scribbled down more notes and highlighted paragraph upon paragraph of important information for yet another class and couldn’t help the yawn that fought itself up my throat. I could understand that law was interesting in its own way... when you actually wanted to study it. I stared around the windowless lecture hall and watched the numerous amounts of students paying apt attention to the lecturer and couldn’t help but wonder how different Ella’s art classes would be.

I always knew I’d have to study law to follow after my parents. I’d been told time after time for as long as I could remember by both my mom and dad, and because of that I didn’t really know what else I would have wanted to study, if I wanted to study at all. I stretched carefully in my seat while the lecturer’s monotonous voice droned on and imagined how amazing it would be to not study, even for a year, and instead go travelling around the world.

That was never going to happen for me...

I stared back at the whiteboard and felt my eyes start to slide shut. He was only reading from the textbook anyway, right? It couldn’t hurt to leave early and revise the chapter later on. I’d already read through the chapter yesterday and I couldn’t concentrate at all this morning.

Thankful that I was sitting at the back of the lecture hall, I packed up my books and stationary before quietly leaving class and breathing fresh air again. The air-conditioning in the hall was beginning to feel too recycled and getting out seemed to be exactly what I needed. I decided to take the long way back to the dorm and instead began to walk around the different halls, sometimes peering into the slightly open doors and listening in to the different classes. It was intriguing to hear such different lessons to mine and made me feel even more deflated somehow that I had a few more years of monotonous teachers.

As I strolled along the sterile hallways a familiar sound caught my attention. I stopped in my tracks and craned my neck to the side to try to figure where it was coming from. The sound of perfect harmonising with deep and high tones had my feet quickly following it almost like I was a snake and the singing was a snake charmer.

I ended up outside a grey door that was left slightly ajar and I couldn’t myself as I peered inside. My eyes widened and my breath became lodged somewhere between my lungs and throat when I spotted The Lyricals singing in the campus studio. I had to admit that seeing them this close made them ridiculously more good looking.

“Great job guys, let’s try it one more time okay?” An older man announced into a microphone to them.

“Sure, no problem” Came their mixed replies.

I relaxed my stance a little while I listened to them sing again and lazily glanced around the studio. The panel in front of me had so many switches, buttons and levers that I had no idea how in the world any one was supposed to understand what they all meant for! When I glanced back up, the lead singer was already looking directly at me as he sang and my eyes widened as I tripped backwards.

“Oh crap” I stuttered to myself. Backing farther away I quickly sped down the corridor just when I heard the sound of a door being pushed quickly open.

“Hey wait!”

Panic seized me and squeezed my stomach. It was him! The lead singer! Why the hell was he following me for? Because I disturbed their practice? I could hear his echoing footsteps as he followed after me and just when I thought he was going to catch up I turned right into another hallway and managed to squeeze between two vending machines.