"I'm so done with all of this! We aren't working! Can't you accept that and move on!"
"No Lyssa, I can't! Why can't we work this out!"
"Because Jack, I'm sick of this!! I'm sick of the fighting and trying to get through to you!"
"But what about the...
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To be honest, yeah I was nervous for my first day. But knowing my mom I had to put on an amazing show to get her to not think I was. Which means I have to act like this is a normal day.
To calm my nerves, I walk over to the small piano I have in my room. I play a simple tune that I found online. It's a beautiful tune and calms my nerves a lot.
When I go downstairs my mom is already cooking breakfast for me. She looks up at me and gives me a small smile before going right back to cooking. That's totally not like her because usually she would be pestering me with millions of questions. But today? It's like nothing has ever happened. It's like she herself is trying to pretend it's a normal day.
"So Mom, are you deciding that you want to follow me to school today because that's usually what you do," I offer a small chuckle.
While that statement isn't true, it usually gets a laugh out of her and maybe a joke as well about how she's definitely going to do that. But instead she doesn't even acknowledge that what I said. What is up with her?
I sigh and grab a piece of bacon off of the counter, "I'm just gonna head out. You can't get mad at me for not eating something because while this is a small something, it's still something."
She doesn't even say anything to me. Not even a smile. So I grab my bag and head out the door to my car. My gorgeous metallic red mustang. What a beauty.
On my way to work I find that I'm more stressed than I thought I would be about this. While I've been in college for a year already, lord only knows what this year will bring to me. Especially with how my mom acted about that drum major, Amethyst.
Why would my mom make a big deal over someone she doesn't even know? And who was she yelling at yesterday? Are they connected somehow?
I sort of laugh off the thought, but not because I'm not taking those thoughts seriously. I laugh because my mom would tell me in this moment that I should be a detective. I look into everything I suspect and right now, the whole Amethyst situation is very suspicious with how my mom has been acting.
I park in the parking lot outside of the building where my first class is and get out. I scan the area to see who's around and spot Amethyst. It's not hard to miss the vibrant red hair. I decide to head over there to apologize for the previous day where I was supposed to help her.
I tap her shoulder which causes her to jump, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
She looks down for a moment before saying quietly, "Don't worry about it. It's not like you meant to."
I nod and give her a smile, "Look, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I didn't mean to blow you off I was just thrown off by how opposite we are. If you need help finding your class I'll be happy to help."
She seems shocked by my apology but gives me a small smile, "Don't worry about it. I spent the day with my uncle anyways. But I could use help with my class."
I look over at her schedule and nod, "We have the same class so I'll walk you there."
She offers me a small smile, which I return, and follows me. When we get to the room it's pretty much empty. The professor nods at us before going back to what's seemingly his lesson plan.
Amethyst from there completely goes off into her own corner and starts pattering her pencils on her legs. I sit in the first row of chairs on the sidelines trying not so seem like such a teacher's pet. In all honesty I'm excited but i also have enough anxiety to where I don't need the constant torment of being excited about school.
As everyone starts filing in and class begins the professor claps his hands to get our attention. What is this? The fifth grade? However, it works in getting everyone to settle down and be quiet.
"Alright class. Welcome to your first day at Julliard School of Arts. Some of you I know and others are brand new creative faces that I'm thrilled to get to know. I'm professor Andrews," he gives us a curt nod before continuing his lecture since nobody seems to want to say anything, "Well let's get to it then. First project of the year. You all will be put in groups, by yours truly, to work on a semester long creative combination. You will be creating a compositional masterpiece since all of you are musically inclined."
He lists off a few names but when I hear mine and who I'm with, I nearly faint. Amethyst. I don't even hear the other names. Nothing against her but drummers and pianist do NOT go together. What is so hard to understand about that.
Professor Andrews finishes off the names and then ends off with his lovely speech, "I put you with opposites to give you a challenge. In this industry you need to learn how to work in not so ideal circumstances. This is a challenge to you all and I'm sure you'll thrive with it."
He then dismisses us to get together with our partners. I give myself time to just talk myself into calming down.
