Canon

Chapter Five

Should I join the competition?

Of course I should! This might be my last shot of being known around the world (exaggerating, I know).

But I know that Adrian would be in on this as well, and I can't stand the thought of competing against him.

What on earth should I do?!

"Hey," Chelsea's voice snapped me back into reality, "What were you going to tell me?"

"What?" I completely forgot. Stupid me.

"Oh, never mind that," she then turned me to the direction of the Music Department Office, "Mind that. You're gonna join, aren't you? I'll be rooting for you!"

"Wait, wait, WAIT," I stopped, "Adrian's going to be joining, too,"

"So?" I am surprised at how dense Chelsea can be, "I'll be rooting for both of you, then!"

I couldn't do anything. She was already pulling me through the horde of high school students to the MDO. Too fast I accidentally bumped into Adrian. Again.

"Hi Jazz, Hi Chelsea," he greeted both of us, and then looked at me, "You're joining?"

"Um, yeah," This is awkward.

"And she's wondering if you're gonna join too," Chelsea had to put that in!

"Yeah," he answered, "I'll be playing the piano,"

Chelsea nodded and the three of us proceeded inside the MDO.

Inside, there were three boys, one a senior, the other probably a sophomore and one is a junior (his face looks familiar); and a freshman girl.

Miss Higgins stood up and said, "Well, I guess this would be all,"

"Wouldn't you wait for other students?" Chelsea asked.

"I assume you wouldn't be competing, would you Ms. Jacksons?" Miss Higgins is still as strict as ever.

"Um, no,"

"Then leave,"

And with that, Chelsea left and gave me a thumbs up. I wonder how I ended up being friends with a super pretty girl with a super crazy personality.

"So..." Miss Higgins started, "This is the group of contestants we have for this year's Music Competition,"

"More or less," The senior guy said.

'Why don't we start by introducing ourselves?" Miss Higgins said in fake syrupy kind of tone, "Let's start with you," She pointed to the senior guy.

"I'm Charles Loughlin," he said, "I preferred to be called Chaz, and I play the cello,"

"Hello there!" the energetic sophomore kid said, "I'm Innes Flynn, I specialize in the trumpet. Pleasure to meet you,"

The shy freshman girl managed to squeak out, "I'm Lizzie, and I play the harp,"

Our fellow junior said, "Yo, I'm Carter Sorensen and I play the flute," Oh. Him. I've shared classes with him before.

"And I'm Jazz Roberts," I smiled and made an action as if to play the violin.

"I'm Adrian Mason, the new kid, and I play the piano," Adrian gave everyone a smile.

"Now that you know each other," Miss Higgins clapped her hands together, "Now you must know the theme for the first part of the competition,"

"What is it?" Innes asked.

"Falling In Love," Miss Higgins gave a smile. A sinister one in my eyes.

Life can be such a pain in the ass sometimes.

So there I was, in the library, with Chelsea by my side reading the book "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen" by Dyan Sheldon, and me reading "I'd Tell You I'd Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You" by Ally Carter.

Hm, maybe being a spy is much more interesting than joining the music competition.

"Uhh, Jazz?" Chelsea asks, breaking the silence, "I thought we were here to search for a piece to play?"

"Exactly," I say, not taking my eyes off the book. 

"Then why are we reading books instead?" Chelsea asks. Good question, I thought.

"Because..." I explain, still not taking my eyes off the book, "Cameron Morgan is now officially dating Josh, the townie from Roseville,"

"What? Where? Who are those anyways?" Chelsea asks, obviously bored.

"Characters from the book," I reply, when Chelsea suddenly grabs the book, "Hey!"

"Jazz Roberts, you are going to look for the most awesome piece to play and win the competition like you OWN THAT THING!" Chelsea screamed into my face, but quiets down when the librarian gave us a murderous look. Talking about taking a job too seriously.

"But Chelsea!" This time, I'm the one whining like a five-year-old, "I can't win the competition like I own that thing! I can feel it with every inch of my being,"

"Oh, stop being dramatic," Chelsea slapped my arm, "Let's go online,"

Chelsea dragged me to the computer room of the library as we searched for any piece that might induce the feeling of 'love'.

"Can't I just play Taylor Swift?" I ask.

"No, Jazz. It has to be like, you know, all fairy tale like, and romantic, and slow," Chelsea explains.

"So let's play Enchanted," I suggest.

"Nope, it has lyrics," Chelsea said.

"Even Canon could have lyrics if someone just made lyrics," I say, trying to stop Chelsea from helping me. I don't even know why I was doing that. I should be glad my best friend was being so supportive.

Chelsea spun around on her heel to face me. "Fine, I get it. You don't want my help. Okay, Jazz Roberts, I'll stay out of this. But when you come up on that stage, you'd better surprise not only me, but everyone around me. Got that?"

"Yes, ma'am!" It was all I could do not to salute.

"Now that we've got that covered, why don't we go down to Kaffe Alde for a drink?" Chelsea smiled. "The cake's on me,"

I already asked what Chelsea ever did to deserve a best friend like me, didn't I? 

To Be Continued.