Best Bass Buddies

For Better or Worse

"So," Bryce started. "Your seat is right next to the bass section, right?"

The girl looked thoroughly confused tilting her head to the the side a bit.

"Yes?" she replied more like a question.

Quincy decides to cut the tension and get straight to the point. His tolerance of people has never been that high, especially after meeting one of the pestering cellists, Sarah.

"Basically we want you to keep tabs on a certain bassist," said Quincy. "The new girl, Ceci."

"The girl who's not allowed to play Ukranian Bell Carol?" the shortest of the trio asked.

"Exactly," commented Bryce, thinking he had not engaged in the conversation enough.

"And why should I?" the girl questioned. "I don't even know who you guys are!"

Both Quincy and Bryce struggled with this new question. That's when Bryce had a BRYght idea.

"I have 10 homework passes from before the teacher put names on them," Bryce offered.

The girl did not hesitate to comply, "Deal!"

So the girl did as she was asked to for the next week. In concert she would "accidentally" throw her bow into the bass section so she could hear the juicy gossip.

"Do you have rosin?" one bass asked the "Cecil" as the symphony basses called her.

"Oh I sure do!" Cecil said. She launched her arm towards the dude and collided with the red button.

"UH OH SPAGHETTIO!" she screeched.

The building started to rumble. The lights were flickering until everything came to a sudden stop.

From the wall emerged the all knowing, Bass God.

"Fucking ready."

"S..senpai?" questioned the young bassist. "The legends are true!"

"It is I, Mikey Way," he said, slipping over to the stool next to Ceci. "To you though it's Bass God."

(sidenote: I have no idea whether or not Mikey Way can play the classical bass.)

"Yes, siree," the young'un says with a salute. She then look s around the room, "Where did everybody go?"

"We need to be in private," Mr.Way begins. "This is something every bass player goes through."

"Ohohohoho?" Ceci chides.

"Let me explain," he tells the new recruit. "Everyone in this bass section goes through this tutorial, but with a different bassist."

Mikey stands up to go run to the conductor's laptop, plugging in a flash drive and turning on the smart board.

"I came prepared with a power point and everything," he says clicking to the first slide. It showed a picture of some of the previous students with their instructors, two of them catching Ceci's eyes. Luckily, Mikey seemed to notice.

"Here we have, my good "friend", Pete Wentz with Quincy," Mikey said, stumbling at the friend part. "The council decided to put those two emos together."

Ceci couldn't help but chuckle at that one.

"Then there was Dallon Weekes and Bryce, they made a good duo," Mikey said scrolling over the image. "Pete and me shipped them so hard."

"Lmao same!" Ceci jumps in, this is her only area of expertise. "I have to find evidence to prove it canon."

"We can work on that later,"Mikey reassured her. "Right now, we need to get to work."

So they did. It could have been, days, weeks, months, or years she was in that orchestra room. Mikey had her working so hard she couldn't tell time accurately.

"I said give me a high D!" Mikey corrected the student.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized. Cecil had been putting her best efforts into this skill, hopefully one day she would please her sensei.

After centuries, Mikey stopped the lesson. "I've taught you all that I could. You will win the next playing test for sure."

"Thank you," Ceci said to her teacher, "I hope I pleased you."

Mikey gave her a Mona Lisa before evaporating into sparkles. She would never forget the fabulous man.

Not missing a beat, she was transported back to orchestra class, her hand hovering over the sacred button.

"Ceci! Get back to work!" her orchestra teacher scolded her. "You're never going to pick up the ways of the bass if you're always distracted.

The girl who went to pick up her "dropped" rosin inspected the situation. "HMhMhMHJnmH!"

The next day she reported her findings to the hidden couple.

"She looked like she had a revelation or something lmao," the girl told them.

Bryce and Quincy shared a panicked look. They knew this could only be the bass initiation all basses went through. Things could only get worse from here.

"Damn it!"  Quincy cursed. "Now she'll be even more likely to catch onto the bass gossip with her being official.

"Quincy..." Bryce cupped the older boy's face in his hands. "We'll get through this together."

"Don't give me that bullshit," Quincy spat out. "She's going to tell her whole cursed group when she finds out, and then they'll tell the whole school."

"I'm sorry," the girl said, not really knowing what they were talking about. "I'll try harder."

"Please," said Bryce in despair.

They shared a quick kiss before departing the room where it happened.