Aspiring Generation

Two:

Anonymous P.O.V
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"You play like a weakling."

I clenched my hand and held in my anger. He's an elder... He's an elder.
I reminded myself over and over again about how much I needed this job. No matter what, I have to stay employed. For her.

"I'll do better." I said, holding my guitar in the other hand... Softly brushing my fingers across the stings. It's calming.

"Get lost, I don't know why that idiot keeps you." Don't. Talk. About. Her. That. Way.

That's it. I could be unemployed for all it matters. I grabbed him by his collar and brought him to the drums in one blow.

"Ugh you son of a-." I kicked his back before he could finish.

"I quit you old man." I grabbed my guitar and sling it over my back in its bag. Screw this. Screw life.

I walked out.

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Narmi's P.O.V
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Ugh. Sun light.

I open my eyes and notice I'm laying on the floor.

Did I fall asleep like this. I stretch my back and sigh in content as I hear my back crack. Ah so nice.

I stand up and pick up the crumpled paper off of the back of my butt.

I fell asleep on something? I unscrambled it and rubbed my eyes.

"What is this... Hm... 'Rules o-' ... Oh yeah. I wasn't dreaming then."

I groaned.

Let's see. I need to start a band and have it become famous before the end of HS.
Should I start from the band room?

I got to my closet and picked out the most comfortable thing. I showered and dressed and with 30 minutes remaining I went to the living room and turned on The Big Bang Theory.

I looked around... It was empty... As always...

Me alone in a house meant for a family. Ha.

I turned the TV off and stepped outside. I grabbed my backpack on the way and headed of to school on my bike.

I neared the school and parked my bike in the shed. As always. No one put anything in this shed. Literally... It was empty. Such wastefulness.
If you have a shed use it dum dum.

I ran to the second floor, where the band room was located.

I opened the door... Which was... A bad idea. You know how in the movie Cinderella, she was the main focus of the ball. It kind of felt like that... But worse. By worse I mean I kind of interrupted band practice.

"Uh hum." I coughed awkwardly. Great. Way to make the situation seem weirder.

Why don't I just start dancing while I'm at it.

I made my way to the teacher- wasting no time at all.

Like AT ALL. The Flash would have been surprised to see me go. I went from 0 to 100 real quick.

"Ms. Stanley? I'm Narmi. I was won-"

I stopped mid way and noticed this kid in the back. He was about my age...

What drew my attention to him wasn't the fact that he was spot on gorgeous, or maybe even a descendent of maybe God himself, but the fact that he was sitting in the back and was surrounded by females.

"I know already. The whole school knows. And you're free from all your classes to do this assignment for the rest of the year."

Huh? What she talkin bout again?

"Oh yeah. So I can observe?"

She nodded and pointed to the bleachers in the back.

Near... Where Casanova himself was sitting.

It was like this. The room was not too small but not too huge either. In the back bleachers were lined from wall to wall- about 5 steps high.

There were 3 bleachers total and Casanova and his fangirls took about 1 1/2 of them

I decided to sit all the way... AWAY... from them. Too much BS.

"GIRLS!" The teacher shouted.

The girls instantly scowled.

"GET YOUR USLESS ARSES TO YOUR SEATS. THERES NO POINT IN BEING AROUND THAT DELINQUENT."

The girls instantly moved on... Scared to get put into detention.

Delinquent huh?

The band got ready to start playing.

"Delilah!" Delinquent said. What.

How rude he's calling the teacher by her first name. And as always the teacher fumed.

"WHAT!?"

Okay I admit. I'm lowkey scared shitless.

"I've got to take a piss." He smirked suggestively. Ooookkkaayyy.

Way to announce it out loud.

She sighed and waved him off. He stood up and went out the door, and to the right. WAIT. The bathrooms are to the left of the band room.

Where's this moron going?

I quickly picked up my back back and speed walked out the door, leaving the band room confused.

I looked to my right and noticed a book bag disappear into the next hallway. I followed it, and it went like that for like 30 seconds.

I've lost him?

I was about to sigh and give up, when small, rhythmic thumping stopped my dead in my racks.

Thud thud thud thud Tiss thud....

I followed the vibration. The basement!

I went down the flight of stairs to the first floor and continued going down to the basement.

I passed two storage doors and stopped. The sound was coming from this room.

I opened the door slowly...

The drumming loosened and felt more free and loud. Almost like if someone was mad at the drums. No not at the drums.

The feeling for most amazing. The thumps of the drum matched your heart beat and made your stomach weak.

Who?- he turned around.

CASANOVA?!

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