Ozwald

Chapter 5

5

Convincing yourself doesn’t win an argument. –Robert Half

I talked to Rebecca the next morning at break. I was looking forward to having a band.

“Hey, Rebecca.” I said. We walked together to the girls bathroom. 

“Hey, you.” she replied. 

“Been practicing bass lately?” I asked. She gave me a suspicious glance.

“Why?” she asked. I shrugged. We each went into a stall and came out, washing our hands.

“Don’t you think it would be fun to start a band?” I asked.

“Sure.” she shrugged. “But you can’t have a band with two people.” We began ripping fragments of paper towel off of the dispenser by the open door.”

“Ozwald, Tim, and Max would join.” I suggested. She looked at me.

“You know how much I dislike that perv.” she shot back.

“But you’re such a good bassist, and every band needs a good bassist. Ozwald and I have already started one, you just have to join. We’ve got everything set up already.” I admitted. She gave me another look.

“Yeah? What type of music would we be playing then? Writing our own songs or doing covers? And if we are writing our own songs who will write them?” she asked. 

“Um... Ozwald and I can write the songs. You can write some songs. We could all write some songs and... put them together for albums.” I suggested. “Or, we could do covers of all these random songs... It would be something to decide as a group.”

“Well... maybe.” she sighed.

“So you’ll do it?” Ozwald asked, leaning into the girl’s bathroom.

“What are you doing here, you perv!” Rebecca screamed. She slapped Ozwald. 

“I’m not here, I’m here.” he said. “I’m technically not in the girl’s bathroom.” 

“You’re violating our airspace now get out!” she screamed. 

“Ozwald.” I warned, and he ignored me. In a couple of seconds, though, he got bored and walked away. When we stepped out he was waiting for us.

“So you’ll do it?” he asked. 

“Whatever, lecher.” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “I’m in it for her, not for you.” 

“Great! Thank you so much, Rebecca.” I sighed. Then I nodded at Ozwald. “Go talk Tim and Max into it.”

“Sure, sure.” he shrugged. Rebecca and I kept talking after he left. 

“So, what’s the name of the band?” she asked.

“The STD’s, Stereotypical Teen Drama(s).” I admitted.

“Sure.” she sighed. I was confused. Wasn’t she going to protest against he name? “I guess I’ll have to play the role of the only normal person there. Oh, well.”

Rebecca wanted to go to the library to catch up on some homework, so I went to catch up with Ozwald. He was working on convincing Max and Tim still.

“You play drums though.” he said to Max. Tim sighed and looked away. “Tim, you take piano lessons. Keyboard is the same thing, just electronic.”

“Is that your girlfriend?” Max asked, nodding towards me. I walked up to Ozwald and put my arm around his neck. 

“I guess so.” he said, looking at me. I rolled my eyes.