Yura's POV
I woke up to the feeling of something shaking on my shoulder, I immediately get up and turned around
"Goodafternoon Sir" was not on my own I said after remembering that maybe there was a lecturer in the class, I immediately heard weak giggles and accented laughter so I looked around the classroom and there were my mean classmates .. laughing at an embarrassing little classmate of theirs
"Its time to go home ," Lara laughed as I looked back at her "... your in a good sleep, I didn't wake you up, no lecturer came in, they are probably still meeting until now " she explained and put the strap of the bag on her shoulder, I stared at her for a while and then I just went back to I suddenly sat down because of what I did
Come on Yura, you made a scene again!!
"Yura!" someone shouted behind me, iys Owen "..we have a practice the members are complete now, I'll go first" I felt it pass by my side and I just looked at him out the door
I slowly put my belongings in the bag, I just took the others "How are you?" I turned to Lara who was now with Khyle
"We're just together, tomorrow again?" I nodded to Khyle
"Be careful Yura" Lara smiled sweetly at me, I was happy to see the comfort of her face come back again
"All right, I'm going, be careful when you go home" we hugged each other, and I went out first. Many students are scrambling home, some are passing and because they are taller that me I back down when we bump to each other, I want to hit them but I am in a hurry now for fear that I might be late in practice. I did a quick walk, so I also arrived immediately Mr.Joe is not yet here, and the members was incomplete so I said goodbye and just went to the locker for a while to change things.
I was walking down the pathway back to the social hall with my eyes on the field, there were men playing soccer who were all sweaty but it still didn't seem to reduce the energy, their coach whistling at them maybe because it not satisfied with the performance of his team..tsk! tsk!
I just kept walking until I got to the music room. We were all complete but Mr. Joe is still not arriving
"The coach is still gone?" I touched Owen as I sat in the piano chair, he turned to me and shook his head
"Hes coming, their meeting is over" I just nodded and turned my gaze to the piano in front of me, I smiled because I did not expect to find myself in this field. .I play when I'm happy, when I'm sad I just go through my thoughts on singing. I prefer that I'm alone in the twing I feel sad because that's where I can release all the emotions inside me while looking at the dark that heaven I feel is the darkening clouds become my sympathy for all I can say everything I want to hang without receiving judgment. .in my seventeen years of living the moon and stars become my rest in times when I feel like the whole world is holding me back to be happy ...
I stopped meditating when the door suddenly opened and Mr. Joe come, he is holding the papers, I think they are copies of the note, he is in a hurry and without words he handed it to us, my groupmates and I just kept looking at each other.
"Ok listen Lband. .there will be a Music Competition and it will be held on Asthone High, we are one of the participants many schools will attend, "he paused and closed his eyes tightly while squeezing his senses, later he adjusted his glasses and continued ".. .and I have a problem because we don't have a month to spend on practice, so students "his voice begs and his eyes are almost pity "please focus, give everything to practice and everything to competition itself, I need your cooperation listen to each other, don't overlap, when you make a mistake, it's ok, just recover next time, ok? there are no special treatment here, no even if you're the son of the President..I don't like the one who makes me pale--
Mr. Joe stopped speaking because the door seemed to open, it looked like someone was drunk and just pushed the closed door of their house like that ... everyone turned their attention because they were also shocked
There was a moment of silence between everyone ...
It is only seconds between someone who enters, it has sound shoes and long legs..moder body to match its heart-shaped smooth and reddish face, and its lips! thin pink, its nose deliciously squeezed due to its straightness. .there is a thick eyebrow but I will not deny that it lifts his appearance, I turned to his wet hair falling over his ears until my eyes fell on his eyes and we looked at each other ...
Damn! Is this a curse!?
The arrogant man..there and seems to be walking on the red carpet or he just travels on the moon because of the way it walks ..
..slow and whistling!
Whew! So brag!
He went straight to the drum set and no doubt removed the person sitting there , he was scared and dared to leave and just take another instrument. I stumbled upon what he did
Hes so bad!
"Mr. Carter you're late!" Mr.'s voice was angry...now you just attended the practice you are still late! And if you act it seems like nothing is wrong..Wow! Mr. Carter can you just give a little ashamed of those with you" he said directly "..I will tell this to your parents ---
"Sorry" interrupted Mr. Joe and was surprised with the arrogant man saying that word
It's really surprising because he's so brag, to talk like that?
Phew!
But it still did not sound sincere as if he was just forced to say that word, and his eyes seemed impatient and confused with those in front of him.
"Please..please, don't be late next time Mr. Thomas Reswald Carter" Mr. Joe while showing that he was disappointed with the student, but when I looked back at the arrogant man he just shrugged and it seemed like nothing happened he hold the drumsticks and play the drum in front of him
Tss Brag! Arrogant! Full of Air!
"Ok focus students! Were running out of time" applauded Mr. Joe to get everyone's attention "Look to the piece of paper I gave to you a while ago..I want you to study it and please! Give some cooperation and focus on what you're doing..Admins you take care of it first ok? I'll just talk someone outside for a moment, I'll be back in a minute "and he hurried out of the music room
I looked at the paper given by Mr. Joe also studied each note, then tried to translate into play. We play at the same time and I dont like what is heard because it is not in the rhythm, add to the loud banging of the drum
I close my eyes tightly and I think I want to sew it, because it hurts my chest so hard when it hits the instrument.
What is this man's problem, is he joking!? .. for some unknown reason I was disgusted by its presence..tss!
Why was he not present at the first practice? It turns out that this one also knows music even though it is arrogant. If I only knew that he was involved in this, why would I allow myself to join the Lband..the only thing I could see in the distance was that my head was getting hot, how could this one be..Aishh!!