Many Musicians, One Orchestra

I'll Be Bach

Both Lyra and Quincy were picked up shortly after orchestra, leaving Lydia to eat lunch in one of the practice rooms alone. It was fine really, at least she didn't have to hear the gossip that she was already sick of hearing, and it had only been four hours since she stepped on campus! These girls, and guys in some cases, were certainly chatty.

She looked at the instruments around her, all the cellos were stored in this small room, the basses were in the room next door. She couldn't help but wonder who had held the instruments in the previous years, and what memories they built with them.

She put a spoonful of soup in her mouth, finding not quite as hot as she liked. Oh well, at least it as warm.

The rest of the day was mostly uneventful,  just like the first half. The school had a drop schedule, so she wouldn't get go to her next class until tomorrow. Though Mrs. Regalia taught it, Music Theory, one of the few music classes that wasn't offered at her old school.

She slipped her headphones over her ears and started listening to Tchaikovsky. The man was true genius,  the funny thing about one of his symphonies is that it actually called for a herd of cattle on stage, as well as cannons being fired. Wow.

It wasn't long before she got to the suburban townhouse she would be calling home. She looked at it's green door, that would definitely be something her mother would repaint, the interior designer half of her probably screamed when she saw the door the first time. Her heart shaped key slipped in easily, and she creaked the door open, it definitely also needed some WD40.

She pulled her cello case in behind her and shut the door, locking it. She didn't waste any time plopping down on her couch and pulling her laptop from her bag. Her friends from New York wouldn't be getting home for another hour, she realized. So she might as well do some more research into Sunset Academy.

They sure had a lot of bragging rights from years past, straight superiors performing level six pieces in front of state judges, which was certainly impressive. Their director, whom she now learned was Regina Regalia, had received copious awards for her conducting prowess as well as awards for schools that she had previously taught at. But why was such an established director teaching a high school?

Lydia was so immersed in her research that she didn't even notice when her dad walked in, carrying a pizza, that is until he tripped on her cello case and then Italian pie found itself being flung across the room, landing right beside Lydia, who jumped startled at the sudden appearance of the object. "God dad, you scared me! Nearly decapitated me with this thing!" She stood up, grabbing the pizza and carrying it over to the table.

"Yeah, and you nearly cracked my skull leaving this thing here." He motioned to the cello, whom remained stalwart and stoic in its assassination attempt of Mr. Monet. He set his work bag on top of a stack of boxes, "Also I found one of your perfumes at the department store last night, it's on your desk.

"Oh yay, where's mom?" She got out the paper plates that they were using until their china was unpacked, something her mom hated, being a huge environmentalist. She also got out the cans of coke from the pantry,  setting them on the table.

"Still at the office wondering why one of the condos we're trying to sell has floral wallpaper all over the place. You should have seen the look on her face, I swear I thought she was going to vomit." He chuckled, taking a piece of the pizza and folding it in half without thinking.

Lydia laughed, "You know they don't fold their pizza here right? I saw some kids eating pizza as I headed to class and I was amazed. They're quite dextrose to be able to do that without the cheese dripping everywhere." In New York, everyone folded their pizza, except the tourists. It was actually something criminals looked for to tell who would be an easier target, especially pickpockets, because tourists often carried a lot of cash on them.