The band room looks like all the rest, four floor levels, a bunch of lockers, and a bunch of instruments. I go directly to the back like I have been doing for the past four years. Unlike most girls I play a brass instrument. The baritone to be more exact, like a trombone except no slide, valves, like a trumpet. I head to the back corner or as i have learned over the summer the low brass corner.
The first thing I immediately notice is the lack of girls, none to be exact. Just like usual. I head right to my locker, and pull out my instrument. My fairly large instrument.
"What do you think your doing?"
I turn to face an enormous boy wearing a football jersey and holding a trombone. "Getting my instrument out. Do you have a problem with that meat head."
"Actually I do. Why don't you go run a long and grab a flute and leave the brass to the boys. Besides we wouldn't want you to get tired holding up that big tuba of yours."
"Firstly it's a baritone. Secondly I'm probably-scratch that-better than you will ever be on that tube of metal." I pick up my baritone throw it on my shoulder pick my music up in my other hand and start to walk to my seat. I stop turn and say "thanks for the consideration though but I'm sure I'll do fine."
When I turned around I'm pretty sure I saw every single one of the boys with their jaws open. Looks like it doesn't take much to shock a boy.
"Hey you!" I turn again to find I'm being yelled at yet again by another boy. This one though is really tall and kinda cute. "You can't talk to Mike like that." Note to sell: Meat head's named is Mike.
"And what are you going to do about it. Who are you any way, Mikey's little body guard." It's surprising how shocked boys get when a girl actually stands up to them. "What kinda instrument is that anyway?"
"It's a bassoon, thank you very much." Ok, he just switched int a Russian accent whats up with that. "I am sick of you and your sassy attitude."
"Alright, you have known me for like what all of two seconds and your already sick of me. And what's up with the Russian accent. I don't know if you noticed but this is the United States not the Soviet Union."
"I know this is the US, but I am Russian. So I speak with Russian accent."
"What ever floats your boat. Now, if you'll excuse me I have some playing to do."
As I walk away for the last time I faintly hear Mike say "She better watch herself. She's playing with a bonfire and she's gonna get burned."
I push that to the back of my mind and walk towards a familiar face holding thankfully, another baritone. His name is Jake, I have know him for years and he does marching band with me to. "Hey Jake, long time no see."
"Hey Elizabeth, nice to see a familiar face in here."
"Jake I told you before call me Liz, Elizabeth sounds so formal. And what are you talking about there are tons of kids here from East and from Marching Band."
"I prefer Elizabeth, and not I meant back here, with us in the low brass section."
"Oh. Hey, have you met that new Mike kid?"
"And his sidekick Dylan, yup. He gave me a fist pump when I came in. Plus, he thinks this is a tuba and now my new nickname thanks to him is tuba boy."
"Yeish, that sucks. Well at least I'm here to brighten up your day."
"Thanks Elizabeth, I really appreciate it."
Throughout the class I caught Mike staring at me and giving me death glare's. I got sick of it so i did the first, and very childish, thing that popped into my head. I stuck my tongue out at him, he just rolled his eyes and went back to his music.
After class as I was putting my instrument away Mike approached me. "Look girly I don't have time for girls like you so why don't you do us all a favor and just quit." He gave me a look that would make some guys back down, but not me.
"Sorry to ruin your day, but music is who I am, so unless you quit your going to be seeing a lot more of me." With that I walked out and headed towards second block.
Hey readers! I hope you are liking my writing and keep on reading this is actually going a lot faster than I thought so I might even have the next chapter up before the night's over. Keep commenting and reading.
