She's With The Band

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Aubrey's Point of View:

It's a few days later I've been trying to study for an upcoming exam that's crucial for me to do well on. I've always done well in school, and am booksmart. Although, I wish I was also streetsmart as well. I have countless notebooks stacked on top of each other, resting on my desk. I pulled out the one I needed which was a yellow spiral notebook that I kept all my notes in for this specific class. Pulling it out was slightly difficult, it felt like I was playing jenga almost as I hoped I wouldn't knock the rest of the books over with it.

Once I got out my notebook, my pens, and excessive amounts of highlighters, I began to study. I can only study when it's quiet.

I know a lot of people like to listen to music when they study, but it honestly just distracts me. One time I was studying for a test in high school, and I was listening to music while I was studying. I loved the song that was playing, which turned out to be this song called "Rhiannon" by a band called Fleetwood Mac. I got so distracted, that I ended up grabbing my phone and listening to Fleetwood Mac's entire discography, barely having studied.

I ended up getting a B+ on the test, and I cried.

I've now been studying for about 10 minutes in the quiet. The quiet was so lovely, until I heard loud noise coming from next door. Groaning I put on big over the ear headphones to try and muffle out the loud noise. I then heard actual and literal drums- I couldn't handle it anymore.

I got up with an annoyed huff, and I unlocked the door that we unfortunately shared. I walked far into their studio apartment, following the obnoxious noises I kept hearing. I obviously felt nervous and now stupid for having stormed into their private space like this, but I was too ticked off to let my nerves get in the way of what I was doing.

"Hey uh- I'm sorry but could you guys practice another time." I asked, as I pointed back to my room. None of them heard me, or even looked up.

"Hey!" I called out again, much louder, almost shouting.

"Could you guys practice another time?" I asked again in distress.

In theory I could probably just walk down the steps, get in my car, and drive to a library or someplace. It would make a lot of sense, I could study in a calm, peaceful, and quiet area. But no? Why am I the one who has to leave? I mean they can go to a studio like any other normal band would to practice. Not an apartment building?

None of them heard me despite my shouts and protests, and none of them saw me which I found absolutely ridiculous. I sighed in annoyance. I had to do well on this test, and I didn't feel like going to the library or something else. Feeling irritated that none of them could hear me or were looking at me I saw the electric guitar chord walked over to it and pulled it out causing a scene. I regretted it immediately after I did it.

"Ah, how the fuck-" Nate began his voice raised towards the end of his sentence, and I could tell he was furious.

Suddenly four pairs of eyes met mine as I instantly became panicked.

Why on earth would you do that Aubrey?

"Nate." Brendan said. Maybe to calm him down, or get his attention directed to Brendan, because right now Nate's sole focus was on me.

Anyone could tell that Nate was fuming with anger as we came face to face. His face was reddened with anger, and his eyes were red and glassy. He had heavy dark bags under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept in a week.