Brassy & Hardly Classy

Trumpet // Aaron

Warning: cute gay stuff ahead :)

Do you ever get, like, insanely antsy? As in, my birthday is today but I don't really want to think about it antsy? Or even better, the odd bubbling of anticipation of wondering what people got for you, which is simultaneously weighed down by the cynical--I mean rational part of your brain which says, damn it Aaron, today is NOT your birthday.

No, seriously. It's not.

Taking a step back and looking at the current state of things, I am an anxious-ridden, sweaty-handed mess. While those traits are always mine to claim, things get a little out of hand with one guy in particular. In case anyone was wondering, I'm 16 years old, male, and NOT interested in females. I'm helplessly gay, and helplessly crushing on the new kid, Daniel. Fricking. Rochester. 

The oboist. 

From an outsiders view, band is full of supposedly unattractive nerds. Don't fret my fellow comrades, I have made a list on how that is nothing but false:

A. People like music, and band involves the active engagement of playing music--which happens to be liked to some extent. So this would lead one to the conclusion that everyone on planet earth is an unattractive nerd for simply liking music.

B. Music is super cool.

C. Daniel Rochester is super hot. 

To the point where it annoys the absolute living shit out of me. 

He's tall and lean, with just the right amount of muscle--so I've deduced that he plays some sort of sport. Additionally, his calves are actually really attractive? As in the part of the body that shares the same name as a baby cow? Moving on to something a bit more normal, Daniel's emerald eyes light up his whole face when he smiles. Do NOT even get me started on that smile. I've met a few attractive oboe players, but they have nothing on him. 

I on the other hand, stand at about a whopping 5'7" compared to Daniels towering stature. I'm a dirty blonde with a finger combing problem, an acne ridden face, and dark brown eyes. My face's most redeeming quality is my classic look of annoyance and boredom. Charming, I know. 

Today is the two month mark into the school year, and Daniel  is still the "new hot guy" in band. Well, actually, he's not new new, just new in the sense that we don't get many new juniors at this school, let alone students. East Town High isn't exactly the most popular place on this planet. Heck, this state. Actually, no, this town. Ah--I'm getting off track--but according to what rails? No clue

I'm not sure if you saw what I did there, but by track and rails, I was referring to my train of thought, if anything--"Hello, earth to Aaron, where'd you go man?" 

I glanced up from my daze and saw Isaac, his hazel eyes were shining with curiosity, "Nowhere. You totally derailed my brain train." I let out with an irritated eye roll.

Isaac, who is now a current freshmen, has been my childhood friend for years. We've lived in the same neighborhood since I've moved here, and we've been pals from that point on. 

Isaac ruffled his short, platinum-beached hair with his free hand, while his trombone was clutched in the other, "Well, your stupid brain train forgot to pick up your trumpet on the way over here." 

My faced morphed into an annoyed expression. Well fuck.

Isaac let out a laugh as he walked over to the opposite side of the room, where the rest of the trombones were seated. 

The band room was actually quite spacious, but only if you removed all the percussion instruments, chairs, annoying teens, and stands from it. I currently sat in a black plastic chair with an empty music stand in front of me, and no trumpet. I groaned as I peeled my body from the chair and moped towards the band doors. I could already feel my head begin to ache from thinking of all the shit I would get from the rest of the trumpets.