Bella's pov• Monday after Thanksgiving
"Did you pick what song your playing for opening night?" Paul (the founder guy of Abg) asks
"Not yet." I reply setting up for my sectional.
There's one week until the first night of American Band Geeks (the remixed American idol) so all of the adults are sitting in on sectionals this week
"You need to decide!" The clarinet leader yells
"She has two songs we've been working on. she meant she hadn't decided which one of those." Anthony steps in
"Sugar land or the office theme song. " I tell them
"That's a disappointment Ms. Vaughn. You need to take this serious or the judges will eliminate you."
They all stand up and leave. all except Anthony.
"You'll prove them wrong Bb." Anthony says pulling up a chair in front of mine
"Maybe I can compose my own?" I suggest
"Have you ever composed before?" He seems really interested
"No." I admit
"What's the most sad thing that's happened to you?" Anthony asks
"What?" I question
"Tell me." he replies
Oh well might as well. I guess I trust Anthony.
"A lot has happened since I joined marching band. At band camp someone told me to kill myself, my dad got addicted to alcohol and started beating me. he ruined my sousaphone. my boyfriend forgot my birthday then broke up with me then got together with the girl who told me to kill myself then my mom started drinking. And I spent thanksgiving in the hospital with my dad."
"Now take all those feelings and add in some good ones and play your tuba. I'll record so you can remember what you played." Anthony holds up his iPhone
I hear the sound go off signaling that he's recording. I have no idea what I'm doing but I set up my tuba and play random things.
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Next Sunday
All the advisors called a meeting regarding the first show is tomorrow. American Band Geeks. Live on fox.
Apparently we aren't practicing but we brought our instruments.
The low brass were the first people in there so we are watching Anthony re-enact his high school prom.
Soon the door opens and the woodwinds come in. I think of Ian when I see the bass clarinet sit down in the chair in front of me.
Then the high brass come in. The annoying trumpet player smirks at me as he sits next to the bass clarinet.
"Oh my god he looked at you!" Savannah fan girls over it
"EW you like him?" I ask
"He's fricken hot." she replies
I set my tuba up right on my lap
"This is hot." I point at my tuba.
I then point at the trumpet player "that is not."
"Shut up Dylan is the deffiniton of hot" Savannah says a bit to loudly. The trumpet who's name is apparently Dylan turns around and looks at us.
"Thanks." he does his stupid smirk "I get that a lot."
"I'm sure your mom thinks your very handsome. just not us." I state
"Sassy and a good butt. That's how I like them. what's your name sugar? Dylan Miller." He sticks his hand out.
I consider lifting up the spit valve above his hand but luckily the baritone Grayson sits down next to me
"Leave her alone. Kay?" He says
Dylan turns around and the tiny bass clarinet looks at us laughing
"Okay band geeks listen up." the high brass leader says
"We're live in one day. I know most of you did marching band so you all know the importance of time. Yeah. Well we are live at eight pm on the dot. On Monday you'll be here and all dressed up to be on tv with your instruments nice and oiled and polished up by six." Paul says
"And brass, If you need to empty your spit valve on stage do something to cover it up. The judges and audience won't enjoy seeing that." The advisor Andy adds
"Bella you go on first. You won't let us down right?" The only women advisor asks
"Obviously she won't, have you heard this girl?" Savannah answers for me
I imagine Ian saying "Bella legit goals." he'd say that everyday.
"Now all of you practice! Go! Now!" Andy yells
I'm the first one to leave and I go straight into my room. I ended up composing my own piece and it sounds really cool.
So after practicing for a bit I go to find food. I sound like I'm a squirrel in the woods looking for nuts. Ian is the squirrel and Aj is the nut. Help.
Once I get into the cafeteria (yes I realize that sounds like I walked a long time, my rooms like two doors down from there but I walk slow) I experience the only time in my life I've been upset when food is involved.
Other than the way to perky cafeteria worker the only person there is Dylan.
Hey maybe I can hook him up with Courtney.
I ignore him and go get pizza, as I have the tough decision on which slice is the biggest someone comes up behind me and squeezes my sides making me jump.
Seth always does that to me so I got really excited to be bummed out by a smirking Dylan. I'm stupid of course it's him.
I grab my pizza and try to walk away
"Who's the guy? The bass clarinet?"
I stop walking to laugh "The bass clarinet? Your joking?"
"No. I noticed you staring at him when I came into the meeting. The little blonde boy. his names zach by the way."
I shake my head and continue to walk
"Seriously who's the guy? Your the only girl not to be all over me."
"Trumpet player ego. Typical." I reply
"You want me so bad. What's your game? Hard to get?" He asks
I sit down at one of the tables and pull out my phone I open to a collage Ian sent me entitled sella. Three photos, the large one is me and seth making out at the bowling alley, a photo a band mom took of us in the bleachers and a random selfie
I hold it up so Dylan can see
"That's the boy. So might as well leave me alone. I'm very much attached to this boy." I laugh in my mind over what I am saying. I'm not even dating seth.
"Yeah well that won't last. once I win this stupid little show and become famous you'll want me. not that kid." Dylan walks off
"NO I WONT YOUR STUPID!"
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Awko way to end a chapter
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