The Musician and His Song

Does She Like Me?

Clark Thompson P.O.V

"This young ladies name is Maddison Parker", says Mr. Troy. I knew I've seen her before and heard her name, but I never really cared since I've always thought she never would care about my existence, just like 95% of school. I'm now second guessing that thought since I'm pretty sure she saw me blush when we made eye contact before coming into the office.

Mr. T goes on to tell the sweet, honey suckle colored eyed woman my name, first and last. Troy goes on to say, "Now that the introductions are out of the way, let's get down to business, shall we"? We gave each other confusing looks because we had no clue what type of "business" he was talking about. For all I know, he could be talking about the two of us starting in a school play, or worse, a talent show. God I hate those because I have to sing in front of an audience. My heart sank when I heard him say that there will be a county wide talent show, and he needs help from selective individuals he believes has the talent to give back some school pride.

I overhear him tell Maddison that he has seen her writings and thinks they are works of an angel. He goes on to tell me that he has heard me sing around school. To which if he has heard me in the bathroom, we're going to have issues... I'm pretty certain I saw Maddison's face grow red when she heard that I sing. I guess she never heard me on class, probably since most of the instruments drown out anyone's voice. And since we're all being honest, I've seen some of her writings from her friend Amanda Thornton. Anyone could clearly see the anger that rose up from within Maddison as if she was being picked on by some jerk like Mike. Maybe she doesn't even know Amanda has her music, or doesn't know they're being spread around school. I may not see Amanda ever come back to school if Maddison gets her hands on her.

Maddison leans back in her chair, I'm trying to pay attention to what Mr. T is telling us, but I can't get my mind off of Maddison. Damn, if only I knew if I had a chance with her. I don't even know her that well, or know her life outside of school, but she looks like she needs a Prince Charming. I could be her Prince Charming if I had the courage to ask her out, or simply sit by her at lunch and talk to her. But, how would a guy like me get a pretty woman like her? Maybe I could get Speedy to talk to her. Then again, he might just take her as his own and rub it in my face. I can't think that now, if I explained everything that has happened within the past thirty minutes or so, he might be understanding of the situation. Mr. Troy asks us if we're ok doing this, and we both ask almost simultaneously if we could have some time to think about it. He says we can have until Friday to think about it, and then we'd have to give him our answer, since he has to let the rest of the county know if our school will attend and how many kids will participate.

We all stand up, and he shakes our hands and says thanks. He opens the door for us and I let Maddison go out the door first, and she gives me a funny look as if she's never seen a well-mannered guy like myself. We get hall passes from the attendant at the front desk to get y'all passes, so we can go to class. I open the door for Maddison afterwards, and she says thank you. She lets out a heavy sigh, and starts to tell me everything about her; her school life, her home life, everything.