The WRA Draft

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Important Phone Call

(Olivia's POV)

I followed Brian in the sprint as we ran to Mrs. Fay's classroom. There, I saw Clayton, Amia, Becca, Maria, Mrs. Fay, and Mr. Kelsall. Mr. Kelsall held his cell phone in his hand. They all looked at me with frightful eyes.

"It's, uh, for you." Mr. Kelsall held the phone out. I tried to control my heavy breathing and fast heart rate. More footsteps were heard as Toby and Taylor ran in. They gave me look of reassurance as I walked to Mr. Kelsall and took his phone.

I put it to my ear and spoke as clearly as I could, "Hello?"

A voice answered immediately. "Yes, hello! My name is Frank Shower, the current President of the United States. Am I or am I not speaking with Olivia Mora, the so-called director of the challenged class's musical production?"

"You are, sir," I answered squeezing my hands. I sat down at a desk. The others gathered around me, itching to hear. "I apologize for not answering right away. You caught me in the middle of winter percussion practice."

"Winter percussion?"

"It's like marching band expect inside during the winter. We only use percussion instruments. Snares, tenors, bass drums, marimbas..."

"He doesn't know what indoor percussion is?" Toby whispered with his arms crossed. He scoffed.

"Interesting. It says here that the season should be over."

"My school has advanced to Nationals. We'll be in New York City right before we go to for the Challenge."

"How convenient," he observed.

"It is, sir. How can I help you?"

"Well, Miss Mora, I couldn't help but notice that your class has yet to announce the theme of your production. Have you started?"

"We have, sir. We're in the process of editing the script, designing props and costumes, creating the score as well as a lot more."

"Score? What's that?"

My face fell. He didn't what a score was? "A score is the music, sir."

"I thought it was just called music pieces."

"That's another term you could use. Most musicians in a musical group call their own individual piece of music that, but the conductor has all the pieces of all the instruments on his own paper. They call that a score."

"And that makes it easier to see what everyone is playing?" he guessed.

"Yes, sir."

"See, Anne?" His voice was distant. He must to calling to someone else. "Everything can be found on the Internet if you try hard enough!"

I face-palmed. Seriously, how did he win the election? "Is that all, sir?"

"You've heard of the government's play, correct?" he asked.

"I have, sir. It's something about a man from Indiana trying to find a career as a comedian?"

"It is! You're sure to get a real laugh, they say!" the President laughs heartily.

"Yeah." I cleared my throat. "Is that all, sir?"

"When are you going to announce your production?" he demanded. I was getting really sick of his tone.

"With time, sir," I answered. "All with time."

"Why not just announce it for everyone to see and continue on? That is what the government's doing, after all."