Battle of the Band Classes

Chapter 1

Leah grabbed all her stuff out of her mother's car and put it on the grass in front of her dorm building. "Honey, I'm gonna go check you in, you have your room number?" Leah nodded as she hoisted her guitar up onto her shoulder. "Okay, I'll be up in a second with your extra stuff."

"Alright." she said as her mother began to walk toward the check-in table. She grabbed a box of decorations and piled a pillow, her bedding, and a plastic shopping bag full of miscellaneous things. Leah made her way for the door to that led to the lobby. She went to make her way to the second floor, when she bumped into someone.

"Oh! Sorry, are you okay?" the boy she bumped into said. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking." Leah responded trying to adjust the box under her arm.

"Do you want some help with that?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." she said as the boy reached for the box she had in her hand.

"I'm Cam by the way, you are?"

"Leah."

"Okay, Leah what floor are you on?"

"Second floor, room 232."

"Alright, time to go get lost."

Leah wasn't quite sure what he meant but she played along as if she did.

"So," Cam said as the two of them made their way to the second floor. "What class did you pick?"

"The Battle of the Bands class."

"Oh, cool, which class?"

"Class A, I think."

"Nice, we're in the same class. Whatda you play?"

"I play guitar and I sing. You?"

"Drums, guitar, piano, and a little but of singing. Oh, and ukulele."

"Jesus Christ, your pretty experienced aren't you?"

Cam turned to look at Leah, and smiled. "Well, I wouldn't say that. I don't really remember how to play the ukulele but you know that doesn't really matter."

By the time they got to Leah's room her mom was only a few minutes behind them. They set Leah's stuff down on her bed just as her mother walked in.

"Who's this?" She asked.

"This is Cam, I just met him, and I turns out we're in the same class."

"Oh, that's nice." She turned to Cam "are you a first or second year?"

"First, but my brother came here for two, so I'm pretty comfortable."

Leah's mother nodded. "Okay, Leah, you need any help setting up or do you just want me to go?"

Leah smiled and pushed her faded red hair out of her eyes. "I think I got it from here, thanks mom."

Her mother walked over and gave her a hug, "I love you, and I'll see you on Friday."

"Mm hm. Love you too."

As Leah's mother left she realized that Cam had taken the boxes from her mother and put them on the bed with everything else, and as he turned around almost hit his head on her guitar case.

"You okay?" Leah asked

" Yeah, I'm fine, what kind of guitar do you have?" Cam asked immediately switching the subject from himself.

"Uh, a Gibson Les Paul."

"Can I see it?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not."

Leah carefully took the guitar case off her back and began to unzip it. She took the guitar out of the case to reveal a solid black, glossy guitar, that looked almost brand new. Cam took one look at it and was in shock.

"That is a gorgeous guitar," he muttered, but then looked right back to Leah, "I might steal it from you."

"I would have to kill you then." Leah said, putting it on the stand by the end of her bed. "So, you need any help setting up?"

"No, I think I can handle it from here, thank you though."

"No problem, I'll see you in class tomorrow, okay?"

"Yep." Leah said, turning to her boxes and putting her earbuds in. Pondering what kind of music she should put on, she chose Paramore, simply because she felt like it would help her get settled. The first song that came on her ipod(out of the 40 she had) was Part 2, which was one of the songs she knew all words to.

As she was putting her bedding on the bed, she found herself singing along. Even though she couldn't really hear herself, she kept singing as she went along as if she could. Untill Hallelujah came on, then she just hummed, then she heard a knock on the door.

Instinctively she pulled out her left earbud before she even turned to look at the person in the doorway.

"You sing really good." The girl at the door said. "I'm Mackenzie."

"Leah, and thanks, that means a lot."

"You a first or second year?"

"First."

"Your officially my first year now, I'm a second year."

"Uh, okay."

"You need any help? I already finished."

"Well, I mean you can help if you want, but there's a lot of stuff to unpack."

"Thats fine, I don't care."

Mackenzie walked over to the box full of decorations, and then set it aside. Leah took her two boxes of clothes over to the closet and began to hang up her t-shirts. It was awkwardly silent.

"So....what class are you in?"

"Battle of the Bands."

"Oh nice! That's my favorite show of the year! So what do you play?"

"Well, as you heard, I sing and I play guitar. "

"Have you had a sibling come here before?"

"No, I have a sister but she never got invited."

"How old is she?"

"18. We're 3 years apart. "

"Your only 15?!?"

"Yeah....why?"

"You look like 17!"

"Stop lying to me. No I don't."

"You do though. "

"Alright, you do you." Leah had just finished putting her clothes away, and walked over tho the box of decorations. She pulled out a corkboard, a poster, string lights, and stuff to put them up with. She started to put up the poster.

"Hey, what's your poster?"

"A guitar on fire."

"What ever you like, I guess."

Leah turned around and smiled at Mackenzie's sarcasm, then grabbed the corkboard off of the bed. She decided it was a good idea to put it up with poster putty, which (surprisingly enough) worked pretty well. She turned back to Mackenzie. "Honestly, I might just put the rest of these up later tonight."