Canon

Chapter Four

And just like that, I was on destructive angry mood mode.

But of course, I didn't let it show.

"Who is it?" I asked, trying so hard to hide the anger in my voice, "Mind telling me?"

"Hell, no," he replied, "It's a secret,"

"But what if I tell you who I like?" I pleaded. Gosh, this is embarassing.

"Would you?" He smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I wouldn't!" I was pretty sure I was blushing like mad.

And he was laughing. And not the normal kind of laugh. It was the thigh-slapping, stomach-clutching, eyes-tearing kind of laugh. Couldn't this get any worse?

"Oh, shut up!" I snapped and quickly walked back into the safety of my home, despite his shouts of , "Jazz, chill! That was just a joke!"

I went directly to my room, ignoring my dad who just came out of the bathroom, wondering what the ruckus was all about.

I immediately threw myself on the bed and cried. Stupid, isn't it?

Someone like me who didn't believe in love before was now crying because her first ever crush liked someone else. Go figure.

Minutes later, I heard some pebbles being thrown to my window (thank heavens, it's closed). I figured it was from Adrian so I ignored it. I took a quick look at the mirror, and my eyes were still puffy and red from crying.

"Jazz, I'm sorry!" He apologized, but I still ignored him.

This was repeated for several times, until he stopped. I thought he gave up after some tries, but he did something I could never resist.

He played Canon. That damn piece which gets me totally mesmerized.

I stand up, go over to the window and open it. I tried my best to look grumpy, but when I see his gentle face playing that gentle music, I can't help but soften up.

When he realized I was already there, he continued playing but was saying, "I'm sorry, Jazz. I didn't mean for you to be hurt,"

"It's all right," I told him, "I was being grouchy over that little stuff, anyways. It's not your fault,"

"Still," he insisted, "I'm sorry,"

I nodded, "Forgiven,"

"Thanks Jazz," He gave me his most sincere smile which got my heart racing. 

I smiled at him.

I didn't know why I said it, or maybe my Dad really mixed in some sort of potion in my fish fillet, but I said, "Hey, let's do a duet,"

"Canon?" he asked, flexing his fingers. I nodded and he said "Sure, I'm ready when you are,"

I got my violin case, readied my bow and rubbed some rosin into it. "Adrian, I'm ready!"

"Got that," he placed his fingers on the keys, "On three... two... one."

He started playing, and I started playing as well. He's really good, and I got better. I have never heard anything so heavenly (love your own, right?). That's when I noticed that our neighbors coming out.

I gave Adrian a panicked look, but I didn't stop playing. He looked at me and understood what I wanted to say, but he kept playing. He shook his head and cocked his head towards the street.

I looked down and realized he's right. The neighbors weren't going to reprimand us, they were listening to us.

After three minutes and Idon'tknowhowmany seconds, we were through, and everyone down there was clapping and praising us. Adrian gave me a thumbs up, and I couldn't help but feel a little ecstatic.

My bedroom door suddenly opened. "Hey, kiddo," Dad said. "You brought them here?"

"Oh no, my bed did it," I said sarcastically, but I was smiling, "That sounded so good didn't it?"

"Well, if it sounded like trash, our neighbors would have thrown a stone at your face by now," Dad chuckled. "Come here, hun,"

He gave one tight hug,  and said, "I'm proud of you,"

Geez, I have never felt so happy before. From the corner of my eye, I could see Adrian smiling at us, and closing his bedroom window.

The next day, as I was lounging around my locker, Chelsea came up to me and was like, "So what did he say?"

And flashbacks of last night came on.

"Well..." How was I going to break it to her? "He told me he liked someone else,"

OK, now my blood is boiling like crazy again.

"Whaaaaaat?" Chelsea whined like some five-year-old kid, "Well, maybe he's not worth it after all. I'll just look for someone else,"

I know Chelsea's my best friend and all, and I've heard that line a thousand of times, but Adrian? He's worth EVERYTHING.

"Chelsea-" I wasn't even done talking when the speakers blared:

"Music School Competition! Music School Competition! Will be held on October 25. For all those interested, please proceed to the Music Directory Office and look for Miss Higgins! Thank you and have a nice day,"

A music competition? Here at school? Sweet! This might just be the chance to prove myself!

I was about to go to the Music Directory Office when I saw Adrian.

Then it hit me. He'd be joining the competition as well.

 Oh, no. No, no, no, no. I don't know who the other competitors are, but I know I have already lost. And the competition hasn't even started yet!

So much for the chance to prove myself.

To Be Continued.