(A/N) I don't speak French so idk how accurate any of the translations are but they're basically all insults
Is it bad to have a crush on someone you've never met?
When I woke up this morning, I could see a boy through the window of the newly sold house. I couldn't really make out any details (just a blur of tanned skin and a blob of brown hair) but he was hanging a Muse posted on his door and I think I may already be in love.
Okay, maybe I'm not "in love" him just yet, but between the plushies and the poster, I already think that he could be someone I wouldn't really mind hanging out with every once in a while and doing... well, whatever friends do together.
That is, if he doesn't turn out to be a dick.
Which is unlikely.
Because statistics show that one hundred and twelve percent of kids my age are complete and utter dicks.
Hey, it's just the facts.
Anyway, despite whatever weird, twisty, feeling I had in my stomach, I managed to haul myself out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready for school.
*
The flutter of the flutes and the violins combined with the trumpeting melody of the horns against the thumping beat of the bass line swelling into a crescendo, a beautiful, breath-taking, climax, then falling back down into a whisper.
One by one, the sections went silent, until the clarinets stood alone.
It is there job now to captivate. To be perfect. One small slip up and it's over. Everyone's heard. No one forgets.
I knew what my section was going to do next, and I knew what they wanted me to do. We didn't speak, but we all understood each other perfectly clear.
A small tilt of my head told the boy sat to the right of me, Don't mess this part up again.
I raised my eyebrows at a girl who looked lost to let her know to mute her instrument until she could find a certain place to jump back in.
And, finally, I gave a single nod to the first chair violin to tell them it was their time to lead the whole band back in.
A few beats of the drum and it was over.
I took a deep breath to bring myself down from the kind of musical high I was on.
The director gave me a strange, tight-lipped, look, like he was sucking his teeth. "Philip?" He strained, "A word?"
I put my clarinet safely in its case and carried it with me into the director's office.
"Philip," he sighed, slumping down into his desk chair. "You're doing it again."
"Doing what again, Sir?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as if I hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about. Of course, that was a lie. It was only November and Sir and I must have had this same talk a hundred times already.
"Oh, come off it, boy," Sir snapped, obviously not thrilled to be having this conversation, yet again, especially when we both knew very well by now that no amount of chit chat would change anything. "You know what I'm talking about: the directing."
"I think your directing is just fine, Sir," I sassed. I learned a long time ago that it didn't really matter if I'm cheeky to Sit. He doesn't seriously mind it, and even if he did I know he could never afford to kick me, of all people, from the band.
"Philip, you can't keep directing the other students, it's not your job. I've offered to appoint you to a Student Director many, many, times and every time you just say--"
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Head Down (phanfiction)
Fanfic"People are always so much more complex then you think, but you'll never get a chance to find that out if you keeping walking with your head down." * Phil is a musical prodigy. Dan is still figuring himself out. Neither of them have anyone to talk t...
