The Problem With Musicians

Chapter 6

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I woke up Tuesday morning to the sound of my phone going off. I rolled over to check it and saw I had a text from Jake.

Jake: Hope your ankle is doing better. Can you meet me in band room today at 3:30?

I started blushing, knowing he wanted to hang out with me, not accidentally but actually planned for once. I quickly started tapping at the phones screen and replied.

Wish: Thanks, and yeah it's doing a bit better. Sure thing :]

I slowly got out of bed, more careful to put weight on my foot as I hobbled to the bathroom. I got into the shower and went as fast as I could. I got back out and put on a lace sleeved tank top, jeans and converse that matched my nails.

I walked out of the door to find Taylor and Nikki waiting for me. "You didn't have to wait for me you guys." I told them as we started walking downstairs. "Too bad chicka" Nikki said. "Yeah, you really thought we would leave you with a hurt ankle and Miranda roaming around?" Taylor asked me.

I laughed at them just as we walked into the dining hall. The three of us were quickly accompained by Jake, Mike, and Jordan. The other four went into their own little conversations when Jake asked me "Hey, how are you? Does anyone else know about your ankle yet?"

I smiled up at him and replied "I'm okay, like I said earlier. I don't think so. But I won't be able to practice in the whole group dance tomorrow so they'll find out then." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this. And when Miranda finds out...." Jake trailed off. I looked at him again and said "Oh well. Don't worry. I know she's had more embarrassing things then rolling your ankle on a C-jump."

Mike then said to me, with a confused face "It's embarrassing to dancers to roll their ankles on C-jumps?" Nikki, Taylor and I started laughing at this. Finally Nikki told him and the other two, who were as confused as Mike "It's embarrassing since it's one of the most basic jumps that they learn. Screwing up on that, is like screwing up drawing a square, fixing a rip in fabric, or playing the first chord you've ever learned."

I looked over at Jordan and Mike that we're comprehending this new information and said "I don't even know what you two are here for. So what are your artistic talents?" Mike and Jordan looked at each other then Mike said "I'm a singer." "And I'm an actor." Jordan finished. I looked over at Nikki and laughed when I saw her blushing. I poked her in the side just as the bell rang.

Taylor, Nikki, and I said goodbye to Mike, Jordan, and Jake. While we were walking away I said to Nikki "You had been checking Jordan out before you got to know him!" She started blushing like mad and replied in a high pitched voice saying "No I didn't! We're doing the scenery for the play and he just happened to be there a few times I was around. I wasn't checking him out!" "Liar liar pants on fire!" sand Taylor as we walked through the door to our History class.

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In English I was typing away at my essay getting close to the conclusion when Mr. Huffton came up behind me and started talking to me. "Finally got something to write about?" he asked while peering at the essay. "Yeah, I decided to write about my grandmother dying." I replied. He gave me a sad smile, understanding everything. Mr. Huffton had been a family friend so he knew the story, any story that I would've written. He was the one that got me to come to this school in the first place. And that's why he was one of my favorite teachers.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the day when Mr. Huffton said "Wish, would you stay back for a moment please?" I stopped in front of his desk while waiting for the rest of the students to file out of the class. When they did and he finished arranging papers on his desk Mr. Huffton looked up at me and said "You don't have to write out the whole story if you don't want to. I already know the ending and everything else." I looked at him and his weary eyes. "I know," I told him, "but I'm going to. I need to explain it all somehow. Explain how my family way torn apart."