Our Symphony (jlyke)

I

Confrontation

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I couldn't help but groan in frustration just at the thought of that stupid red-heads performance today; Sera and I went to go get Boba afterward so I could cool down a bit after having such an aggressive response, and I was so thankful for that. I felt her tap my knee from under the table, pulling back from her drink with a hum.

I was definetly pouting at this point, arms crossed as Sera tapped my leg with her foot again. "Someone's still angry," she drank more of her drink before placing it down on the table. "Noooo tootally not," I tried my best to be angry and sarcastic, though I couldn't take myself seriously around her. I giggled a little, watching as she rolled her eyes and smiled at me. She's always been there to help me out.

she's so cool

"I know I don't really get all your music stuff, so I know I can't understand how you felt back there," from the way she paused, I could tell she was trying to think of something to say, and i couldn't help but shift my gaze down to the table- he was annoying and reckless, but was so talented. He was brutal and angry, fighting on that stage like a ferocious beast; he was unhinged, he was foolish, he was-

"He reminds me of how you used to play," I looked up at her quickly, and I must've looked so dumbfounded, because Sera was holding back a smile. "What is that supposed to mean?" I felt a little defensive, but as always, Sera saw right through me. "Don't be an idiot, she huffed lightly as she crossed her arms, turning her head to look outside- the sun was setting...

"You've been playing since we were kids, I know what it sounds like when you're angry." I froze for a moment. For some reason I always seem to forget that she's been seeing me play since the very beginning. I felt a little embarrassed at that, especially since she was always right about these sorts of things... she's starting to get to know me better than I know myself.

I felt her tap my leg again, looking over at her once more. "Don't worry too much about it John," every time she smiled at me I felt a little more at ease. "For now, let's just worry about getting home and sleeping," She stood up to stretch, and I followed after her with a smile- she always makes me feel better during times like this. I feel blessed every time I remember that I'm her closest friend, her best friend.

We waved eachother off as we went our separate ways. I feel so much better now. I couldn't help but hum as I started walking forward, making my way across the street and down the sidewalk. Maybe I could get some exercise in, I haven't been able to do much since I've been working on getting my grades up... Well, I do squeeze in a morning run before school and I'm doing fairly well in gym class, so my physical performance isn't lacking...

I was snapped out of my thoughts quickly as I looked up, my eyes finding their way to a boy with red hair; that violinist. Dammit, maybe if I take a long way, or if I'm just quiet and hide my face- "Hey, you!" I winced in my head due to his loud voice, a feeling of pure awkwardness overtaking my being. I couldn't stop myself from whispering a curse under my breath as he started to approach me. What do I say, do I just make a run for it? I could probably outrun him-

"Isen told me you could play," my brows shot up instantly at the statement, eventually meeting the other boy's eyes. They were golden and seemed to carry some sort of confidence, confidence I don't have... "Yea, so what?" I watched his eyes practically glow with bad intentions- was he trying to insult me or something? "He said you've won several competitions," this was starting to get a little tedious- it's been a while since I'd met a musician my age...

since I've met someone so inspiring

"Your little stalker friend really knows all the big stuff," I couldn't help but pinch the bridge of my nose, sighing in frustration. That dumbass- he's too smart for his own good, I should put him out of commission for giving this boy the materials to practically keep me from getting a good night's rest, much less a peaceful walk home. "Why do you want to know so much anyways?"

I watched the boy stand up straight and cross his arms; in all honesty, he looked like some sort of brat when he stared at me that way. However, the words that slipped past his lips definetly caught me off guard, especially since it's been so long since someone's said something like this to me. "If you can judge me so well just from one performance," he pointed at me, and I couldn't help but flinch.

"Then I want to judge your playing too!"

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