House arrest didn't seem that bad at first. It sounded better than prison, obviously. But as I return home, I begin to question whether this will be a blessing or a curse.
I had been put on House arrest for three years. I would still be able to attend classes and stuff like that, if the school didn't choose to kick me out.
The school is still getting back to me on whether I can continue at Staged Chicago Theatre School. It would make sense if I stayed, because I was in the middle of composing the score for "Cher Ami", which is set to be the next Hamilton, to be honest.
Cher Ami is about a pigeon during World War I who saved the day because she did something to a plane or something, I don't know, my friend Katherine wrote the book and lyrics. All I had to do was come in with some fun hip hop beats and then, the musical was set to premiere.
But, the more I think of it, the more I realize that they should probably kick me out. I did steal saxophones and silver bars, to be fair.
I needed the saxophones because they were truly one of a kind. Nice, shiny, and brass; they were phenomenal. My mom had sung me lullabies about a box of perfect saxophones falling out of a truck in Saudi Arabia, but I would never believe if it actually came true.
It did!
I was walking to a nice restaurant for breakfast one morning. All of a sudden, a huge moving truck skids and swerves through the streets. And then, the back door of the moving truck flies open. Perfectly packaged moving boxes fly through the air like snowflakes, and one lands right in my arms. Curiously, I open the box...
Beautiful, gold saxophones...
Shiny, valuable silver bars...
I squeal!
I take the box and run back to my hotel. I am, in fact, an orchestra teacher at a public elementary school nearby. Don't ask me the name of it... I honestly have no clue. I compose original orchestrations for them, that I pour my heart and soul into. One of them I wrote is "Drowning in a Kayak". It is beautiful and moving.
The police searched through the box when I was at the airport. Apparently, the truck driver was stealing them from a local museum. I was held back in the country and interrogated the whole night long. I was eventually sent back home and taken into custody again after the Saudi Arabian guards came to the conclusion that I was not prisoner material (rude). The police department in Chicago gave me my punishment-3 Years house arrest.
It all sounded stupid, and it still does. I only have two years of college, so that makes no sense. And, what about classes and roommates? Wouldn't jail time just be easier.
The school is moving me into my own house on campus. It's small, like a cottage, and completely isolated. All the houses surrounding it are abandoned fraternity houses, but nobody lives there now. I can't go home for holidays, or go to parties...
It's just me out here, in a cottage, alone.
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FantasíaAt a theatre school, jealousy between a social media star and his well-known actor roommate leads to chaos. What started out as a friendship, quickly turns to war with cults, murder, and arrests. Totally a joke btw i don't know why I wrote this Kind...
