Stand Partners (Three Days Grace/MattXDani/bxb)

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I threw another bite size Snickers into my mouth as I scribbled down my newest masterpiece. I wanna be a famous composer like Tchaikovsky, but with more cannons. Classical music is metal as fuck, I don't care what anyone else says. I scribbled a new measure out, carefully calculating each note. This had to be perfect, I had to be perfect. Life isn't worth living if you don't care about anything. My phone vibrated on the armrest of the ugly couch.

I did a quick check of it, making sure it wasn't too important. Sadly, it kinda was, well if you consider your conductor yelling at you to be important then it was. I threw my notebook down, grabbed my phone and got up. My first stop was the men's changing room a couple feet away. I quickly snuck in there and flicked the lights on, no one ever used this room, so it usually remained untouched unless I went in.

I did a quick self-check in the mirror before taking my glasses off and sitting them to the side, there better be soap in here. I moved my hand under the soap dispenser, thankfully they actually refilled it this time. My other hand moved to the faucet and turned the water on. I lathered the soap into my hair before plunging my head under the water. This probably seems weird, well, it is. But hey, at least I'm not using the disgusting showers in the gym locker rooms.

After a few minutes of scrubbing, I threw my head back and backed away from the sink. I bet that looked hot as hell, I wish someone had seen it. I twisted the knob on the faucet, turning the water off then shook my head like a madman, scattering drops of water everywhere. My fingers pulled the tangles out of my shoulder length black hair as I hummed the melody to Vortex, my orchestra class's current work in progress.

I slid my glasses back on then spun around on the balls of my feet, nearly smacking into a guy about my height. I stumbled backwards, grabbing onto the fake granite counter to keep from falling.

"What the FUCK?!" I snapped.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "I did not mean to scare you."

I glared at him, taking this opportunity to get a good look at him. His dark brown hair was almost to his shoulders and neatly combed, he wore a tight gray flannel shirt and black skinny jeans with Converse. I sighed, regaining my composure and standing up straight.

"Whatever, dickweed." I shrugged, walking past him, not even stopping when I heard him try to protest against my remark.

I breezed down the Fine Arts Hall and into the orchestra room, a sea of band kids had invaded and were trying to take some orchestra kids prisoner. If you couldn't tell, I hate band kids. they're loud, ignorant asshats who think their instruments are better because they're metal or something? Fuckin' freaks. I don't see how Jacobs can stand them. Jacobs grabbed my arm, thankfully pulling me away from the band kids.

"Nick pulled his groin." Jacobs told me with the most serious expression ever, which just made me bust into hysterical laughter. The bitchy Nick had pulled his groin! Ha! That's gold, "don't laugh. Have some decency, Walst. Nick isn't gonna be here for awhile so I'm putting you on bass for awhile."

I gulped, "what about my solo? You know I've been working on it. You can't take that away."

In one of our pieces, Vortex, I had a solo part and I had been practicing like crazy. I was so close to having it perfect. He can't just take that away now.

"You'll play both instruments. I'll get you in here during your study hall and you can double time your practicing. Look, Matt, I know this is hard for you and you don't want to do it, but give it a chance. I told Dani you'd walk him to class in a few minutes. I'll send him to you when you get yourself together."

My face contorted into a snarl as I snapped my arm away from his grip. First the new kid,now he wants me to double time and learn an entire song and maybe the other two four days before assessments? I marched out of the band room, back to the room I semi live in and grabbed up my violin case and notebook. I wasn't in the mood to wait for some fuck face transfer kid, so I just carried on my way to my astronomy class.