Into The Night

Fourteen

Fortunately, I managed to bring my umbrella.

The streets are wet, dark and noisy. Raindrops fall continuously in a rhythmical pattern, not that I was listening too much. I've got my headphones on, playing sad songs in accordance to the weather.

I hummed through the songs, walking alone until I got to the school. After folding my umbrella, I walked to the locker area to get my books. I headed to my next class after yet I took one minute to look at the bulletin board that had a couple of clubs to sign in for.

They do not mess around, I saw a long list for the jocks and sporty people, a good long one in the musicals and the arts as well. I don't even have to read them to know that Niall and Taylor might be dominating all the rest. . . Taylor, most likely.

Here I am still wondering why she exchanged a leaguer life for this. Parents pressure, maybe but if she really has that stubborn, rule-breaking leaguer spirit, that would not take an effect. Something else happened and I'm missing out.

"Excuse me," Someone said so I stepped aside. And then she looked at me, "Oh hey, Harry. Didn't recognise ya," Berlyn said.

"Good morning, Berlyn," I replied. "Whatcha signing up for?"

"Theatre," She replied. "Marshal and the gang, we're quite good at that so we tend to stick together. How's your singing voice?" She asked.

"Awful," I said.

"Oh, then what about your confidence?"

"A bit too much, if you ask me," I answered.

"Can you play any instruments?"

I would be lying if I said, no. So instead I shrugged. I don't really want to join any club, it messes too much with my normal schedules of pranking and doing nothing.

Berlyn smiled, "Alright. If you happen to change your mind, please sign up. It's the best, plus you get more time with the gang. Probably you and Kendall are the exceptions for now."

I nodded, "I'll tell you when I happen to. When's the audition?" I asked.

"This Friday. Can I count on you to come? Like even if you aren't gonna audition? You can watch, be the judge of the best singing voice. Marshal said he is the best but--"

"Which, I am," Marshal came from behind her, splitting into the conversation dramatically with a nice operatic accent. "You gonna audition?"

I shook my head, "I'm not much into acting."

"Oh, well then, just come. Wanna hear my whistle?"

"Like Ariana Grande whistle?" I asked.

Marshal nodded, way too dramatically and yep, he's not that straight, I can tell. But he's not into make ups and dresses and all those stuff either so right now, I'm confused. . . I think he is too. Just a thought, though.

"Of course!" Marshal said proudly.

"God, I hope you don't mean that rooster call, chicken croak," Berlyn teased.

"Shut up, at least I don't sound like a scratched vinyl," Marshall retorted.

"Vinyls are better than chicken croaks, chicken," She shot back.

"Whoa, guys easy," I said, breaking off their teasing session. It might go off somewhere since they aren't really the tightest bond in the group. . . but I can tell, they are close. "We'll just settle it this Friday, yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," Marshal said. "Then we'll finally realise that I'm the best singer."

"Too much girl, you're not even close to Taylor," Berlyn said.