Long Live The Knight

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Kaleb Spencer’s POV

That girl, Emely, I’m pretty sure her name was, ever since I walked into her yesterday I couldn’t get her off her mind. I wish I knew what color her eyes were. It amazed me the way she calmed her friend down so quickly, I was sure he was going to hit me. All she did was sign a few things, well, I think it was sign language… I’m no expert at it. I had never noticed her before, it had been like she never existed. Now that I think about it though, she sits in front of me in my math class.

On my way to the table usually sit at wit the rest of the football team I do my usual browse of the notices taped to the wall. A new one printed on purple paper catches my eye. It looks like someone actually put some effort into making it, rather than just throwing it together like most advertisements on here.

‘Guitar player wanted. Must play acoustic. Must have own guitar. Must be okay with country music. Contact Jackson Hunter or Emely Bower at 604.555.7088.’

Huh. Emely Bower. I’m sure that her name. I sometimes play the guitar my dad bought me for my tenth birthday. I also happened to be a country type of guy myself. I quickly saved the number in my phone and vowed to call after school, before joining the guys.

The drive home was auto piloted as my mind was wandering. Did I want it to be her who answered or not? I couldn’t answer that.

As soon as I was in my small but cozy bedroom I dialed the number and waited as it rang. Three rings later someone picked up.

*Hello*

“Hi, is this Jackson Hunter?”

*Yep it sure is, may I ask who this is?*

“Kaleb Spencer, I’m calling about the flier you posted at school about needing a guitar player.”

*No way man! I didn’t think we’d get anything this quick. We’re gonna need to hear you play, when are you free?*

“Anytime really, except for Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays after school”

*Great, how about right now? I know Emely’s itching to get started.*

“Sure, where?” I ask, and the voice on the other line asks if I have a pen and reads off an address. I tell him I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.

Emely Bower’s POV

“Kaleb Spencer?! I thought we agreed against people like that?!”

“Aww c’mon Knight, he called the day we put up the flier, at least give him a chance okay?” Jackson defends himself and I sigh, knowing that I don’t have anything else; I plop down on the couch to wait.

Ten minutes later the door bell rings. My best friend stands up and answers it, with me beside him.

“Hey man, I’m Jackson, this is Emely.” He holds his hand out to shake after inviting Kaleb in. I give a small smile, internally thanking Jackson for speaking for me.

“Kaleb.” He replies as he shakes Jackson’s hand and I start towards the basement. “hey you guys didn’t bring me here to dismember me or something right?” he chuckles and we both join in.

“Naw, but the basement is soundproofed. We use it as our practice room.” We all take seats on the stools and I look to Jackson.

<Can he sing?>

“Can you sing?” he asks, knowing I probably won’t talk to Kaleb the entire time he’s there.

“I’m okay”