Deaf Love

Chapter 7

Daniel pushed through the heavy doors to our school. The instant we enter I can smell coffee from the teachers lounge and a mix of sweat and deodorant from the gym. It isn't the most pleasant of things to start your day. The halls are bustling with people standing by their lockers chatting to people across the hall, people running to early morning tutoring that they are obviously late for, and then the likes of Daniel and I just trying to get past everyone else. The concept, that most people are aware of, that when one sense fails the others are always on high alert is very true. I guess not everyone knows that because Daniel seemed shocked when he realised we were in music class together. On his first day, we missed music due to our daily study period.

-Daniels POV-

"Hey guys," said a Hannah's cheery voice as we entered the music room. The room was carpeted, unlike any other I had seen in this school. The walls were plastered with sheet music and quotes from different artists.

"Hey Hannah," I replied, and Ivy waved. "So, it's just us here too?" I asked and Hannah nodded while pulling her mouth into grimace.
"As you have probably figured the arts aren't exactly the top priority at this school. Everyone is too invested in sports to notice other achievements. I mean even academia is second rate in comparison to sport. What kinda school is that?" She replied. I was about to weigh in as the doors burst open again with a fluster of man and paper stumbling through them.

"Sorry, sorry. Hi there girls don't mind me you know what to do probably better than I do and hey I'm the one with the degree how does that work I'm really not very sure but you'll probably figure that out before I do as well. Anyway, you've still got those pieces that you're working on so go do that. Hannah guitars are in the cupboard and Ivy the grand is all yours," said this man, who I assume was the teacher even though a lack of qualification seemed present. He hasn't even noticed I was in the room.

"Ah hem," I cleared my throat. "Mr Durval? I'm Daniel, I'm new here."

"Ah Daniel, yes I heard you were coming. Go ahead then," he said gesturing to the space I was in.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I don't understand."

"Son, what class are we in?" He said, leaning forward and peering over the top of his rectangle framed glasses.

"Music."

"And how do we make music?"

"With instruments?"

"You sure because you don't seem sure which is a bit of a worry given we are in music and I mean I may not be the brightest speck of sun around here but I sure know that you make music..."

"With instruments, Sir."

"Better. So go on then. How do you make music?"

"I sing, I guess, I mean I do sing. I'm just not very good at it. No one has ever really heard me singing."

"Then isn't it about time someone did? Give me the first verse and chorus of your favourite song, don't argue," he said getting comfy in his seat peeping for a show.

"My life is brilliant," I began my voice shaking. I felt Hannah's eyes turn to me as she tuned the red electric guitar silently in the corner and Mr Durval leaned forward in his seat prompting me to sing louder.

"My life is brilliant. My life is pure. I saw an angel, of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway but she was with another man. But I won't lose sleep on that coz I've got a plan. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do, coz I'll never be with you." I finished and remember I was in a room with other people.

"Well shit," whispered Hannah behind me.

"Language," replied Durval, "but she's right, it is shit that you aren't already in a band or recording albums. Don't pretend you don't know you're good. You are. You have a lot of potential, son. Now, how's your theory?"