Crystal Powers: A New Generation

Chapter 2 - New Discoveries

After school, Hallie, Flynn, Catherine, and Max all went to the music room.

 It had sorta become a tradition to come to the music room every day because it was always so quiet. The school didn't have any music programs that met after school, so the space was open for them.

 Plus the teacher always stayed late and had a good relationship with all of them so he trusted them enough for them to hang out there. All of the kids were musically talented so they used this opportunity to bond with each other. 

As the final kids were leaving the room, the group walked in, the first being Flynn as he had to claim his spot near the piano. 

Flynn always had a love for piano ever since his dad introduced him to music. He, like his father, was a music enthusiast. He started playing little tunes to warm up his fingers.

 The rest of them all just sat on chairs as Hallie went up to the whiteboard. She took the marker in her hand and scribbled something on the board. 

"Alright everyone, what are we going to do for the next hour and a half?" Hallie asked as the group of kids pulled out their instruments. 

"Well, how about we focus on the music that we have been doing for the past week and a half?" Catherine asked, propping her violin next to her neck.

"Catherine, that's no fun! We should do something fun!" Hallie asked, rolling her eyes. "Max? I'm sure you have an idea."

"I don't know, Catherine's got a point," Max shrugged, putting the reed on his clarinet, "Why do something else when we have been doing the same thing for a while?"

Hallie groaned, "Surely one of you is sick and tired of doing the same music! We are all musically talented enough to figure this stuff out in like four days!" Hallie said, exasperated. 

Flynn was lost in his music when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He sat there, looking at a strange figure trying to get into the school. When the figure fell into the room, everyone was shocked due to the loud noise but relaxed when they figured out who it was. 

Hallie rushed her way to the window, helping Trey safely get inside and helping him hoist his guitar case up.

"What are you doing here?" Flynn asked, getting up from the bench as everyone else put their instruments down and walked towards the guitarist. 

Trey wiped his face of sweat, "I snuck out when I could. I was forced to do stuff for my dad and when he was taking a nap I ran out." 

"Well, pretty boy, it sure took you long enough," Catherine mumbled. 

Trey rolled his eyes and ignored her comment. 

"We are trying to figure out what to do since we have so much time left to do stuff. I suggested that we do something different but Catherine wanted to just keep playing our band music." Hallie explained as the others relaxed. 

"Well, what if we wrote a song? Or wrote a music piece? That way we can do something fun and original, plus they are already looking for acts for the talent show so what is there to lose?" Trey suggested, laying on the row of chairs. 

Catherine and Max looked at each other and shrugged, "I guess that could work, it just takes a lot of work to make something that no one has ever heard before." Max said. 

"True, do you know how recycled music is? A lot of different songs are all similar because they just recycle it instead of creating something original." Catherine said, her voice emotionless. 

"Well, some of that is justifiable. Think about it, Catherine. There are so many songs that exist in this world, many songs in different languages and different genres. There is no way that all of those songs can be exactly different. If we only kept exactly different songs then there would be way fewer songs in the world." Flynn said, gently pressing down the notes on the piano. 

"You're right, Flynn. We can still write something that is original even though it may sound like stuff before. Besides, almost all pop music sounds the same so what's the big fuss about?" Hallie said, writing some more stuff on the whiteboard. 

They worked on their song until it was time for them to go home. Everyone left, Trey being the last to leave. 

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It was late and Trey was outside, near the forest that was in his backyard.

 It was warm outside and the crickets were noisy as Trey watches the sunset, the colors melting into the sky. He was admiring the gorgeous view, surprised by all of the colors.

His mind was buzzing with all sorts of thoughts - the talent show, how sweaty he was, and how he had a blast being with Hallie and her group, even though he showed up late.

You see, he has never really been able to show his feelings without being judged or tormented. To tell the truth, he is not truly the "bad boy" that he is made out to be. He doesn't like to be out of his house late, he doesn't like the "friends" that he hangs out with. 

In all honesty, he would much rather hang out with the friends that he has rather than the fake people that he, because of his image, is supposed to hang out with. 

He sighed as he headed back inside his house. Suddenly, he tripped, tumbling as he tried to get back up. He put his hand on a nearby tree to catch his fall, but to his surprise, he felt heat shoot out of his hand. He couldn't see what he touched that was warm, but he tried to shake it off and went back inside. He walked inside as his father watched him from inside his house.