Singing Her Story

Chapter 2: Auditions

It was several months later before Anna saw that woman again. Kristoff had left for college a week after their first encounter and she couldn't bring herself to go to the club alone. None of her other friends wanted to go to a club if they couldn't drink and since they were not 21, Anna had to tell them that they did ID people and probably wouldn't be able to sneak anything in.

Anyways, it had been in the middle of one of her fuller classes. Over 100 students pressed into a lecture hall for a newly introduced class called Music Production. Essentially, it was to teach the hopeful future music industry about all the in's and out's of producing, performing, and creating music. The new class had no grade limit, so it was full of hopeful freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and a select few seniors.

When a cell phone rang loud and clear right in the middle of the lecture, the professor stopped what he was saying and turned to look at the student who had oh so rudely interrupted. However, when a platinum blonde stood up and exited the room with her phone pressed against her ear, he said nothing.

Anna realized then who that woman was. The same woman from the club was here, in her school, taking a class with her. She couldn't pay attention to the rest of the lesson, preferring to dwell on why she hadn't noticed the beautiful blonde woman before. She had been sitting in the top left corner, all by herself. Anna never saw her leave or enter, so she was probably always early and left later than she did. Anna had a tendency of being almost late to class and was always quick to slip out.

When the professor dismissed them some twenty minutes later, the blonde hadn't returned to class yet. When she let though, she saw the woman pacing the hall nearby, speaking adamantly into the phone. Although she couldn't hear the opposite side of the conversation, she could tell it wasn't going well.

"Adam, come on. Don't.... Don't do this. You're our bass. We don't have a band without you." There was a long pause and her hand ran through her hair.

"Don't give me that shit. Do you realize how close we are to getting a label? We could go big" Another long pause.

"I realize that. I'm ready. John is ready. Fuck, even Aladdin is ready, and he's married." She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

It was then that Anna realized she was staring, so she made a point to look like she was rifling through her bag for something incredibly more important than this conversation in front of her.

"Fine. Can you at least us a month to train someone to take your place? No I don't have anyone lined up; you just fucking sprung this on me." Anger laced her voice now.

"I'll make some damn fliers, I don't know. There's got to be someone who can play a bass at least half as good as you... Whatever... Bye." She hung up and shoved her phone back into her pocket.

Before Anna could make her move and go talk to the girl, their professor walked out of the classroom. "Miss Winters? I hope you have a good reason for leaving my class so early."

She looked at the man and nodded slowly. She was nearly as tall as the man. "I do. My bass player just decided to quit. So now, instead of calling Sony back, I have to totally rethink our next steps... Know any decent bass players?"

Professor Fa shook his head. "I realize this band is everything to you, but have you ever thought about doing something else? You're too smart to let this consume you. I know you guys are quite good, but maybe this is a sign. You're a semester away from getting your degree and you're at the top of your class. You could do big things. Even in the music industry. Be a producer, you've got the knack for it."