Something In My Heart

Victor.

"Demarcus, how does this part go again?"
Demarcus threw up his hands, exasperated, and said " Well maybe if you weren't such a BITCH you would know how to read music!"

Silence

"Fuck you, Demarcus."

Laughter

Victor was of average height with a slight accent hinting at his Mexican heritage. He had recently switched out his glasses for contacts exposing dark wide eyes with eyelashes so long that they often left Demarcus wondering how he didn't stab himself in the eye every time he blinked. His skin, which used to be close to a milky white color, was now tanned to a golden brown thanks to the hot summer months and band camp (Ahhh the sock tans in all their glory😊). Victor was overall a pretty chill guy. Nobody ever really had a problem with him.

Demarcus was tired of being in a class full of freshmen. Sure they were ok at times but damn they could be annoying! For the fifth time in a row Demarcus went over the same eight-note run. Since when does it take 30 minutes to play 2 measures? Anyways Demarcus looked over at a Victor to see if he finally got it. He didn't.
"Come on, Vic!", "It's not that hard."

"Will you shut up? I'm trying"
Demarcus was irritated. Out of the 4 Freshmen trombones Victor was probably one of the best. He was responsible (sometimes), his tone quality was pretty good, he was a fast learner, and he usually knew his music. He must be having an off day. Demarcus decided to take a closer look at him. Victor did look pretty frustrated and was more discombobulated than usual ( even for an underclassman).
Yep. There was definitely something wrong with this picture. 
Demarcus thought to himself.
"I guess I should get to the bottom of this..."

Hey thanks for reading! Next part will be up soon!
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