His Voice

Wildcat

Mini's POV

"Who is he?" I feel a tap on my shoulder as I hear Marcel speak,"New student. I believe he goes to the Hogsheadings academy. Why?" Everyone turns to look at me, "Oh uh, I don't know. Just curious. Anyways, how do pick out a newbie?" "Whoa whoa slow your roll kid," says Brock,"the school year just started ok? We still have four months until auditions, plus all you have to do is listen. Trust me you'll know who by looking and listening." I put my head down as we continue to walk to our school. While the other guys are talking I just can't get over the new student. I mean, I only saw him for a minute and I can't get him out of my brain, oh it's such a shame. What did he do to me? Will I see him again? When can I see you again?

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Still Mini's POV

We've got our dorm numbers, lucky us we got paired with each other. Me and Vanoss, Brock and Delirious, Terrorizer and Marcel, and lastly Lui and Nogla. We have or classes and I'll tell you I'm not exactly pleased but whatever; first period is Science with Marcel and Del, second period is Athletics with everyone in our squad, then I have resting period, fourth period English with Terrorizer, and last period of the day is music with the squad. Then we switch days so we have period six the next day, which is Math with Brock and Lui, seventh period History with Evan and Nogla, eighth period is our resting period, then ninth period is English again, then tenth and final is music again.

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"Jeez, what a bïtch!" "Ay, watch you mouth Evan you fock!" Spits Nogla. "Why don't you." Evan retaliates. 'Evan, Nogla, and I just got out of history and let's just say it didn't end well and now they both have detention during resting period in the library.'
"So I guess I'll just catch you guys later, I'm going to enjoy resting period in my room." I say proudly cause I don't cause trouble as much as the other guys. "Bye Mini." They say simultaneously.

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I'm almost at my door until I hear the voice of an angel singing, "Your Little Brother Never Tells You But He Loves You So, You Said Your Mother Only Smiled On Her TV Show. You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope, I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old, you're dripping like a saturated sunrise. You're spilling like an overflowing sink. You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece, and now you're tearing through the pages and the ink."
At this point I had turned the corner to see who was singing, it was the student from this morning. I had gotten to see him again, and he can sing! I wonder if he'll be at the auditions.
"And it's blue, and it's blue. Everything is grey. His hair, his smoke, his dreams. And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means, and he's blue, and he's blue. You were a vision in the morning when the light came through. I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you. You said you'll never be forgiven 'til your boys are too, and I'm still walking every morning but it's not with you. You're dripping like a saturated sunrise. You're spilling like an overflowing sink. You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece, and now you're tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans. And now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams, and it's blue, and it's blue. Everything is gray, his hair, his smoke, his dreams, and now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means, and he's blue, and he's blue."

Doesn't he go to a different school? What is he doing here? He seems to mumble something I couldn't hear.

"Everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans, and now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams, and it's blue, and it's blue. Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams, and now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means, and he's blue, and he's blue. Everything is blue."

I'm getting closer to him

"Everything is blue."

And closer

"Everything is blue."

Closer

"Everything is blue."

He finishes the song and I speak, "Hey, you're a really good singer. Are you going to go to auditions?"

"Um, yes. But not for this school, I'm only here for study purposes."
"Oh alright, but just so you know we're gonna keep an eye on you."
"Sounds cool dude, see you there." And he walks away.

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I finally get back to my room and I can't get his voice out of my head.
Wait! If he's already prepping his song, then I should prep mine!

(Vote here for a song)

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Resting period is over for me, now I have to go to English class then I can practice my song more in music class. If the teacher lets me.

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I get through English pretty quickly, we were reading some of Edgar Allen Poe's works.
He was a dark romantic, he died on October 7, 1849 with his last words being, "Lord, help my poor soul."
But after that I'm finally I'm music class, and the entire squad is there.
"Psst. Hey, yo Marcel. Have you picked out a song yet?"
"A song now? No. We still have 3 1/2 months left. Why are you thinking about it so soon?" He asks
"The student from Hogsheadings Academy was here during my resting period and it seemed he already had a song picked out and memorized already. When do you pick your song?"
"At 2 1/2 months. And the guy you're crushing on is auditioning!?" He blurts out to the class.
I see out of the corner of my eye H20vanoss and Daithidelui giving me a devilish smirk.
"I'm not crushing on him!" I shout out to further embarrass myself.
I look around the class to see everyone look AWAY from me, the I turn back to Marcel who is giving me the look; ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
As if he's trying to say "oh really, is that so?"

"Alright class today we are learning about the history of singing and how the genres change! This will be a project 4 people in a group this will be due Friday next week." The teacher says as she's rushing in after a meeting to fully discuss the singing competition.
"If you are signing up for the singing competition this year meet me after class, there's been a slight change."
As soon as we here this everyone in the squad at the same time perfectly says, "Oh, no."

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After class the group and a few other kids stay to here the change in the singing competition.
"Ok, so not much has changed just that we don't have any spec for band competition. So if you can't play an instrument you can choose either be given a partner but the song is still your choice or, do a duet with another singer. But the only way you will have a single is if you can sing and play an instrument and choose to be by yourself." She explains and everyone nods their head understanding. We walk out of the classroom and immediately after we hear, "I call Jon!" From Evan, "Fine, then I get Brock!" Says Brian, "I can ask for my girlfriend to be my backup instrumentalist." Points out Marcel, and then the squeaker squeaks, "Looks like I'm going with David!" I smile at them and say, "I guess I'm the only one who's doing a solo."
"You can play an instrument? Sense when?!" Bellows David
"My grandparents own an shop, I've been playing since I was five."
The hallway fills with "awww's" and things like "bullshït". I wave and say goodbye and head off to Vanoss' and my room.

One more month then we prepare our songs. Three months till I see him again.

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