Aspiring Generation

Three:

"Join my band."

What. It came out of my mouth without any notice.

It didn't occur to me how stupid I looked until I rethought the situation. Here I am standing in the doorway with both arms on each side of the doorframe, with my mouth hanging open.

He suddenly stood up and stared me up and down. Not that I had a problem with it... Until I realized I was in track pants and a tshirt.

Okay this is a wee bit awkward.

I coughed and straightened myself up. I walked a couple of steps in and closed the door.

He raised an eyebrow, that quick smirk appearing on his face.

"You can play. So join my band."

"You are?"

Ugh please just accept.

I straightened my back out and gained my confidence. Like a bafoon, I brought our my hand for him to shake.

"Narmi. Narmi Rosette Valentine. Now join my band."

Queue cricket chirps.
Plez don't do this plez.

I fisted my hand awkwardly and brought it back.

"Just like I thought." He said, tossing the drumsticks back on a drum. "A nobody."

I smiled. "Yes, wait what." Idiot me. This is Casanova we are talking about.

Why would he waste his time being with a NOBODY?

"I'm not interested." Won't even think about it huh?

Liar. I know very well when someone is lying. I could see his ears perked up as I mentioned the word 'band'. I know deep down till the bones that this boy is being stupid to himself.

He threw on his hoodie and proceeded to walk away, nearly opening the door.

"So what, you're going to be like that?!" Nothing pisses me off more than guys like him.

He stopped and turned his head sideways, his back still towards me.

"You can lie to me all you want but you can't lie to yourself. Not interested my foot. You know you want to play."

"I. Don't. Care." He walked out the door and slammed it.

No I can't let it end like this. It's a matter of life and death. Or passing and failing.

I rushed out the door.

"Stop!" He was almost at the end of the hall, about to climb out of the basement.

"You're going to be this delinquent all your life?! You LIKE it when the band teacher calls you names? They have no clue about the talent you have do they?"

I caught up to him, still standing about two feet behind him.

"You know nothing. Norma or whatever your name is. You don't know jack. You walk in here like a fool talkin all sentimental crap. This bs only happens in movies. Don't bother me again."

No. You have no clue. I know you know how it feels to fail. I know you know what it's like being the laughing stock of the class. But I also know that you STILL have better grades than me.

You have no clue what this band means to me do you?

"What do I have to do? What can I do to prove to you that I'm sincere about this band? Tell me-"

He turned around. I was honestly expecting this horribly mad look on his face, but what surprised me was that it was a smirk.

He bent down and pulled a paper out of his bag.
It was crumpled. Like not crumpled as in some wrinkles, but crumpled as in it was a ball. Yes. That crumpled.

He threw it at me.

It hit my head and bounced straight to the ground. Now I know all of you were expecting me to do some macho bs and catch it midair or something, but that only happens never. At least not to me.

Embarrassed, I picked it up really quickly and uncrumpled it.

"2016 National Falent Feast. Winner get a prize of $2,000. Join now. Walk in auditions are accepted. Anyone can compete." Okay I'm confused.

I looked up at him.

"Sing here and if you win, you can come find me. If you lose you don't talk to me ever."

What is this?! The Karate Kid?
I was in disbelief. Who does that!?

I can't to that... It's too humiliating.

Before I can protest, he's already on the last step up.

So cliche, it hurts.

I look back at the paper and read the other details.

Okay. So completion is on the 20th at 7 am- wait the 20th?!

Shoot. No. That's tomorrow.
And what kind of competition starts at bloody 7 am!? I barely wake up at 7.

I te rumple the paper tight in my hand and jog up the steps.

Why did Casanova have this anyways? Is he auditioning?

Hawwww! Maybe he's gonna do that cool thing they do in the movies where the main lead shows off his talents to the public and then he becomes famous and all that. Wait maybe I'm thinking too much into this.

I need to leave.

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