70's Jazz

Secrets Out!

After the situation with my parents I went to my room to practice the only thing I was certain of. my music. I practiced for hours on my trumpet until I received a phone call. It was a music school I applied for. "Hello?" I answered. "Is this Ms. Giselle Lofte?" A lady asked. "This is." I responded. "Hello. We received your letter and wanted to inform you that you are accepted in next semester's program." The lady informed. I was shocked. This was the school of my dreams. I can't believe I was accepted. "Oh wow thank you but if I can, What is the cost?" I asked. "10,000 for each semester. We do accepted state approved and district approved scholarships. Oh I apologize Ms. Lofte but I do need to tend to more calls. Give us a call if you have more questions. We will see you next semester. Goodbye now." The lady hung up. 10,000 dollars? How was I going to make up that much money? Scholarships. The lady said they accept scholarships. I looked online to scholarships I can apply to for music and I applied for half of them. I sighed. I was so happy but so nervous. I needed 10,000. I still was accepted. I ran down the hall where I found my parents. My mom was crying in my dad's arms. "Is this a bad time?" I asked. "No not at all. What is it Giselle?" My mom asked. "I got accepted into N.O.M.E" I explained. My father's face glowed with pride. My mom rushed over and gave me a hug. "That's terrific." She affirmed. My father joined the hug. "I'm so proud of you." He gushed. "The bad news is that I need 10,000 dollars." I commented. My father was shocked. "We don't have that kind of money." He addressed. "I know. I know. I applied to some musical scholarships and I'm going to look for a job." I replied. My father smiled out of pity. He hugged me again. We pulled away. I smiled and went back into my room. I searched online for jobs near me. Mainly fast food restaurants were looking for employees. I found a clothing store in the mall that payed a bit more than minimal wage.

I printed out my resume and drove to the store. "Hello? How may I assist? An associate asked. "I just wanted to hand my resume with the manager." I said. "Great. His office is back here. I'll show you." She led me behind the retail counter and in the back rooms. We turned to corner and into his office. "Mr. Mags a interested recruit is here." She announced. He shooed her away. I stepped forward and laid the resume on his desk. "That's not necessary when are you available to work?" He asked.  "Whenever you need." I responded. "Tomorrow? 4:13-8:30?" He asked. I nodded. "Great." He smiled and stood. I shook his hand and left. I got a job. Just like that. Maybe it'll be more difficult to keep it. I drove home happily and proud. I walked in. "I got a job!" I shouted. I look at the couch. My mom was crying again. My dad coddling her. "What's going on?" I asked. My parents looked at each other. Then me. "Please go get Ghram." My father commanded. I nodded and knocked on his door. "What?" He called out. "Mom and Dad want to speak with you and me." I told him. He opened the door and we walked back into the living room. "Sit please." He grunted. He cleared his throat. "Do you want to tell them?" He whispered to my mother. She shook her head. "Okay. Well. Your mother was pregnant with a baby boy. Roughly a month and we were going to tell you with the 2nd month ultrasound picture but she sadly had a miscarriage." He cried. I gasped. My brother didn't say anything. His faced softened. His shoulders dropped. "Due to both of your mother's complications with both her pregnancies with you two this was her last chance to have a baby." My father added. I felt my heart break for her. I looked at her. Tears stained and streaked her face. My brother hugged my dad and I ran to hug my mom. 

I walked back into my song and wrote a song. I wrote a song for my dad and mom. I fell asleep mid writing. I've never wrote a song. My father woke me up. "What are you doing?" He asked. He picked up the sheet of paper I was writing on. "It's a song I was writing for you and mom." I mumbled sleepy. He smiled. "Play it." He suggested. "It's not done." I responded. He didn't care. He picked up my trumpet and handed it to me. I picked it up and played. "You should try out for that band." He flattered. I blushed. I didn't know if I was that good. "I will." I assured. He gave me a hug and left. I called Elise and we talked. I vented to her. "We should go out and you should play!" Elise exclaimed. I laughed. "No." I protested. "It's the 70's! This is New Orleans!" She argued. "Fine." I caved. She giggled. "Pick you up at 9." She cheered. I laughed and hung up. Someone knocked on my door. It was my brother. "What's up?" I asked as he walked in. "Coffee at 2?" He asked. "Sure." I agreed. He smiled and walked out. I turned to my sheet of paper and continued the song until it was 2. I grabbed a light jacket and walked to my car. Ghram's car was gone so I assumed he went to work or already went to the coffe place. 

When I arrived I didn't see Ghram's car in the parking lot so I walked in anyway to wait for him. While walking I bumped into a guy who was carrying coffee. The coffee spilled all over me. I screamed out of starttlement and fell down. He fell down too. I looked at my jacket and pants. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I wasn't paying attention. Gosh I should've paid attention." He groaned. "It's alright." I grinned. It was not alright. He stood up quickly and reach his hand out. I reluctnly took it. "I'll buy you coffee." He offered. I scoffed. I knew what he was doing. He was going to buy my coffee and then ask for my number. No thanks. "No thanks." I replied. He grinned. "Hope to see you next time." He smirked. He walked off. I could not believe him. Luckily I had extra pants in the trunk and I just put my jacket in a bag. I ordered a cup of coffee and sat. I stared out the window. Waiting for my brother. He rushed in. "I need to talk to you." He urged. "I think Madeline is pregnant." He confessed. "Your girlfriend!?" I blurted. He nodded. I groaned.