The Skin I'm In

Chapter Ten: Chorus Practice and Auditions

Spring's P.O.V
School was back in session and I walked through the halls with my newly dyed hair that was in tradition of dying my hair a new color every year. I was ready to accept all the tribulations to come, accept for after school, chorus practice and school in general.  I opened my locker and grabbed my sheet music for after school today. I spotted Niall in the halls with his jock friends including Harry, facing my locker mirror I fluffed my hair in its state. My thoughts wandered to auditions for a art school I really wanted to attend and that was in a few weeks, I was nervous of course, but really excited. Singing was my passion and I might have the chance to do what I love everyday with people that love the same thing. My attention was shifted when my locker door suddenly slammed shut. My gaze was now off my mirror and on a varsity letterman jacket.

"New look?"

I furrowed my brows before speaking, "Oh hi, Harry. This is a great weather we're having."

I greeted sarcastically, noticing his lack of expression towards me.

He didn't say anything, just kept looking at me, puzzled.

"You didn't call me all break."

I chuckled, "I didn't call anyone during break."

"Are you doing anything after school? We can hang out after and catch up." He charmed.

"I really can't today. I have rehearsal for chorus and I have to practice for an audition next week."

"I'll stay after to take you home."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Thank you for the kind offer but, you should really spend more time with your girlfriend."

Harry looked taken aback, "What does Vivian have to do with anything? I'm your friend, I can be friendly. In that case, I'll see you after school." He winked, walking back to his group of friends.

Okay then.

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My teacher wrapped up rehearsal swiftly, telling everyone to get rest and to relax their voices. Harry stayed in the classroom the whole time just watching everything unravel. I gather my stuff and walk over to him gesturing I'm ready to leave.

"Can we leave?" I asked him as he smiled at me like an idiot.

"I don't know. Can we?" He teased.

I frowned and begin walking away from him as he laughed and held me back.

"I'm kidding! Wait up!" He laughed once again as I wanted more then anything to go home and shower for bed.

As we walked to Harry's car he had his arm around my shoulder.

"What are you auditioning for?"

I looked at him before explaining, "This huge arts high school that hands out scholarships like hot cakes. It has any artsy field you could possibly conjure up involved in all their programs, not to mention, the school is fricking huge. I'm auditioning for chorus because I sing and I'm also auditioning for creative writing."

He nodded, "Sing for me." He demanded.

My eyes widened before I laughed it off.

"What's so funny?"

"I can't just sing right here."

"Yeah you can."

I looked him nervously as he looked at me expectantly.

"Don't leave me hanging, Evermore." He chimed.

I began singing a song as my eyes were closed so I couldn't see his face. I finished and winced before slowly opening my eyes to see a smile on Harry's face.

"What?" I chuckled.

"You still don't see it? Do you?"

I was confused as we walked to his car slowly talking about other things as the thought of his words still lingered in my head.

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