Music, what a beautiful word. To some, it's a beat or melody you listen to. To others, it's an emotion expressed in lyrics. But, to me...to me, music is everything. Emotion, life, joy, and just beauty personafied into reality through melody.
I...it's not like the other definitions are wrong, no, no, no, that's not what I'm saying. I just...well...okay, maybe I'll stop talking. Sorry.
....Haha, I'm sorry if it seems like I'm talking too much. Well getting back to what I was saying, Music to me is life. It has been for all my life. I...wish I could express it to others, to show them.
The beauty..."milo fletcher!",
the wonder..."Milo Fletcher!!",
and the joy...
"MILO FLETCHER!!!" The voice jolted me out of my monologuing. My head shifted rapidly to the side. My eyes, dazed and confused, as I looked around wondering where I was. Wasn't I just drifting through the space in my mind, monologuing to...wait who was I talking too before.
"MILO FLETCHER!!!" The name called, much louder than before. Still reeling from the voice, my eyes quickly landed on its source - and she didn't look too happy.
Mrs Lane was your typical no-nonsense teacher. Late for her class by a minute, detention, whisper or talk in class, detention, breathe wrong, detention. Basically, she was as strict as you could think of. Normally, her glaring eyes never landed on me, mainly due to the fact I try to his myself from well, everyone. But today, I just had to catch her eye, and I could tell she was angry.
"Milo Fletcher, it seems you aren't taking my class seriously. So would you do both me and yourself a favor by leaving the class, since it seems my class has turned to nap time." She spoke, her voice low but sharp. Her eyes glaring at me from her glasses.
I involuntarily gulped. "N...no ma'am, this class is very important, super important." I cringed internally, cursing myself on my habit of stammering when nervous, but I couldn't stop now. "Ma'am, it won't happen again, I promise it." I pleaded.
Miss Lane's eyes narrowed even more so. I shifted slightly on my feet, it felt like I was being stared down by a wild animal.
No more than a few seconds passed before Miss Lane spoke up. "It better be, if not, it's detention for you mister. Am i clear."
"Ye...yes ma'am, never again." I stuttered our.
She didn't say anything. Swiveling on her foot, she walked back to the front of the classroom and continued the class. I couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, thanking the stars that I found her on a good mood(if you could call it that).
"Dammit Miles, how could I sleep in class." I cursed myself quietly. A shudder ran through my head as the thought of my parents finding out. I silently prayed they didn't.
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Ring !!!Ring!!!
The bell rang, the class ending and lunch break begining. I quickly pulled my hood over my head, as I moved out of the room.
The hallways quickly filled up with students rushing to do...well, stuff I guess.
Laughter echoed from my left. A group of girls hung around locker, their outfits an open secret as there were of course the cheerleaders.
Laughter but much deeper and...dumber(I didn't say that) sounded from my right. The jocks, well, nothing to say...
I quickly looked down, as I noticed there caught me staring. Dammit, hope there didn't see me. I quickly rushed towards the cafeteria.
After securing my food, I left towards the one place I couldn't be disturbed or looked at or be seen, the garden; my favorite place in school.
It was located just behind the main school building. Sakura trees, which were my favorite, grew here. As well as other flowers, though it was practically empty since the walk was 10 to 15 minutes, so no one really bothered. Which was perfect for me.
Arriving at the garden, I breathed a deep breath - taking in the smell of flowers. "Idea!" I reached into my pocket to get my note book, but quickly stopped myself as I relazied I was still holding my food tray.
Quickly setting it down, I removed my small notebook. Flowers, that's what u are. I wrote. Setting the notebook down, I sighed in content. This was another reason I love this place, I always got inspiration when I come here.
A gentle breeze blew, ruffling my hair. I leaned against the bench, "hah" I sighed in relaxation. Placing the tray on my lap, "This is life, nothing can go wrong...,"
A force sent myself flying from my bench straight into the bushes. Well, I knew I shouldn't have said anything.
My body flew forward landing on the ground. Good news and bad news, good news; I was cushioned by the flowers, Bad news, I landed on the flowers
"Haha, oh my god, that never gets old." Boisterous laughter sounded, and from the voice...it just had to be him.
I propped myself up, turning I couldn't help but roll my eyes as his figure appeared in view.
Jake Martinez, this was my best friend. I know, and unlikely duo, but it is what it is. Jake was, well, not the usual blonde haired knuckle hair you're used to(apologies to all blondes). You could describe him in almost one word; gangster-that-is-also-an-extreme-extrovert-and-is-addicted-to-candy. I know that's not one word, though it's technically one word.
Okay, back on track, basically on the outside he looks like a rogue, typical gangster, but he was good, once you got to know him.
Jake helped me up, a mischievous grin on his face. "Why'd I feel like you were badmouthing me?"
Dusting my knees, I answered simply. "You're thinking things, though how you do so is a mystery."
"Ouch, that hurt buddy. Besides, it was kinda funny how you flew off like a comic character." He said with a laugh.
I stared at him, dumbfounded at the logic. I could feel my vein prob in annoyance. "What of I broke my kneck, or my back, or my hand, or there was a sharp object there and I got impaled, or..." I rambled on
"Heyo, chill man no need to bite my ear off." He waved me off, "Ooh, spaghetti, my favorite. Don't mind if I do." The dude dipped his hands into my food and ate it.
"Hey close your mouth, flies might enter." Jake walked passed me, dragging me along.
I could only watch, just too shocked to do anything.
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School soon shortly ended, and the students were dismissed. Walking out of the school, I couldn't help but regret. Regret what you may be asking? Well,
"Haha, I can't believe you actually slept in Windows glasses class. Oh, no that's hilarious haha." Jake laughed, and loud he did.
"It's not that funny." I said in annoyance, stopping by a cross walk.
"Oh, no, it's not funny, it's hilarious. Hahahah." He kept on laughing as we crossed the road, our go-to cafe just up ahead.
"Ugh, I slept late last night okay. Had to do some studying, which some people don't know that concept." We entered the cafe.
The cafe was your typical everyday cafe, small, homey, and inviting. But that's what made it good, not too good, or too bad, just okay.
Ordering our coffee, we picked a window seat. Sitting down, I took a long seat of my coffee. The bitter sweet taste slightly burning my tongue, the high energy flowing into me(okmaybe not like that, but you get it."
Jake looked at me observingly, he had that look that said "I know you're hiding something" a knuckle head he is, but he is quite observant.
"You've not been sleeping well have ya." He hit the nail on the head, was I going to admit it, of course not.
"Of course-"
"Don't lie." He said, his voice serious this time.
I was momentarily shocked by the sudden change. A sigh escaped my lips as I couldn't help but look out. "I have exams coming up you know, so I can't afford to fail." I admitted.
"Exams, what exams do you have to do that you have to study. You're like the smartest kid in school."
"It's not just any exams Jake, it's med exams, the med exams. It's my chance to get into med school and become a doctor, so I can't afford to fail, I can't."
Jake narrowed his eyes at me, "Medical School, but what of your dream of becoming a singer." He asked.
No, not this question. The thought flashed in my head. "Jake, that's...just a hobby, nothing more."
"Hobbie!!!" Jake shouted, jolting me awake. "Miles, look me in the eye and say that Music is just a hobby."
I stared at Jake in shock, my mouth opened to refute his words, but I couldn't. I could only look down, refusing to answer.
"Hah, sorry for shouting. What u doing with your dreams and ambitious are yours to make, I just don't want you to look back and regret that u didn't take it."
I was silent, I couldn't say anything. No, music is just a...hobby. I felt my chest stung slightly. No, passing my med exams and going to med school is the right choice, my parents knows what's best...yes I argued in my head.
The booth had an awkward silence. Jake sighed, "Okay, these is just awkward now. Let's just leave it at that, no need to think about it now."
I couldn't help but nod in agreement. We left the cafe after paying, the conversation replaying in my head.
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Walking back, Jake rambled on about the newest girl he flirted on or whatever....
"Hey you, you listening, earth to Myles." Jake snapped his fingers, but I didn't register it. My eyes drawn to a lamp pole, but it wasn't the pole that caught my attention but the flier on it.
I walked closer to the pole, drawn to it like a moth to flame. It was of mostly blue color, with various musical symbols decorating it. In the center, in bold lettering, it wrote. "MUSICAL COMPETITION."
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