Voca High School

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The next day, I followed my schedules and met all my teachers, saying I'd be in their classes tomorrow. After that, I gave myself a tour of the school, getting lost more than once. Cause I'm smart. 😒 And then, I went back to the main building, to the room with the recording booth. For some reason, the room looked bigger than it did yesterday. When I went in, I looked around again, seeing the tiles on the ceiling, the marble walls and floors, the stage, all the instruments and equipment.

I looked in the booth, seeing the same boy from yesterday, but in different clothes. He was singing a rather adorable song, so I stayed and listened.

When his song ended, I rose up and applauded like crazy. He smiled and bowed."Thank you, thank you so much. I would like to thank..." He trailed off and looked at me ."Well, you. You're the only one who bothered to give my music a chance." He said."Really?"

"Yeah. People dont like my music."

"Why?" I ask as he hops off the stage and approaches me."Cause I dont sing in English."

"But you speak English just fine."

"Yes, but I sing in Japanese. I spent my life in America but Japanese is in my blood."

"Awe! That's cute. Don't ask me how, it just is." I shrugged."If I'm so cute, why'd you run from me yesterday?" He asked, catching me off guard."Because, I'm an extraterrestrial that does the weirdest things for no real reason." I answered. He laughed a bit, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"That's cute. Dont ask me how, it just is." He quoted me from earlier."Psh, flirtatious." I mumbled."Guilty as charged." He mumbled back. Did he just admit he's flirting with me? I ask myself. He walked over to the stage and hopped up again, facing me and telling me to come over, using that one finger. I always find it sexy when cute guys do that.

Yes, I called him cute. Am I wrong?

Didnt think so. 😏

Anyway, I approached the stage and he helped me up."So, what's your style?" He asked. I ran my hands up my body and struck a flawless pose."You're lookin' at it."

"I mean your style of music."

I sweat dropped."I knew that."

I heard him laughing at me."Well, I like Trap music. Also dubstep. I like songs with a lot of bass. I mean a lot of bass. And when I say a lot, I mean the aliens from across the galaxy have to hear it for me to say, hey, I like that."

"Well, you have pretty high expectations. But, I feel the same, sort of, maybe less." He said, making me laugh."But do you like love songs?"

"Ugh! I can't stand them! In promise you, 90% of the love songs I've ever heard include, things like, oh, I love her. I wanna merry her. I lost her. I wanna fuck her." He held in his laughter at the last one."Jeez."

"I'm sorry. I dont like a lot of love songs. I guess, maybe songs that can sensor pretty well, on the overall topic of the piece. Other than that, dont bother me."

"Well, I have some songs I wanna share."

"Are they sexual?" I asked."Well, one is." He answered honestly."..........................................................Lemme hear it."

He took off his headphones and put them on my head, taking out his phone and playing his song. I'll admit, I jammed to it. Even though he sings in Japanese, I caught some words in English that made me feel weird. I froze like halfway through the song and he laughed.