Symphony || Byler

Prologue

It was a day like any other when my life changed forever. The type of day that you see in those teen movies about finding yourself after all of this time.

And it was just like that. The biggest change, the biggest moment that I would find myself in for a while. I found myself transported into another world from the currently dull hallways. It was so colourful. So exciting. So fun!

From the moment I first heard them play, I knew...I had to be part of this world myself.

TWO DAYS LATER

The entire room covered their ears as I tried to find an instrument that would fit who I was as a person. Everyone there had already found theirs...and yet it was so hard to find one that matched me perfectly.

I knew I sounded squeaky but I needed to find one in order to join this colourful world. It was a must.

"OH MY GOD PLEASE MAKE IT STOP, MRS. KAREN!" A curly haired student with braces screamed from the back of the classroom while waving his hands trying to get her attention.

Mrs Karen sighed while rubbing the back of her neck with a laugh "Oh dear..."

My name's Will. It's been a week since I've started 10th grade at Hawkins Private School for the Arts.

Truth is, even though I want to be part of this whole "band" thing... I'm not exactly a natural. When I first applied for this school I actually wanted to be in the art department. I even have a scholarship for a year for said art department...and now here I am making a laughing stock out of myself in front of all of the people in my grade and above me.

I originally applied so that I could be with my old friend, Robin. She started here a year or so before me and raved about how everyone was so nice. I couldn't help but want to be apart of that. Another bonus being that Robin would be there to help me along the way after all of this time. I couldn't put my finger on it but I felt like we related to each other on some unspoken level.

Little did I know that there was actually something more magical in store for me.

   A long haired boy playing the piano perfectly while the others around him played their metal instruments to the tempo. He stood out among the rest from the second I saw him.

   As soon as I heard him play, I ran to the school coordinator. I just HAD to be in band. Specifically the band that would make such amazing music.

I had to drop a class in order to fit it in but I didn't care.

I originally just thought it was a club due to seeing them practice after school. I was quickly corrected to be told that that was jazz band. Which...was a club...but that I needed to complete a full semester of concert band with passing colours.

Another down side is that I had to pay extra school fees for instrument rentals, practice and go to events on top of regular work, and catch up on my own time since I was a week late to joining. It was a pretty big commitment...but I was willing to jump in feet first.

I dropped gym glass without hesistation. I hated that class anyways. Future me is going to hate me for that...but for now I couldn't help but smile at the fact that I was in band. That's all that mattered.

So here I am now!

I was told that regular band is a mix of all grades, but honestly... It feels like I'm the only newbie here. Definitely not intimating at all... I mean it is an art school...what did I expect?

As I looked around the room at everyone I couldn't help but feel in shock. They all looked so cool with all of their instruments. How the heck am I supposed to only pick ONE?

Mrs. Karen quickly cut off my train of thought to wave the instruments to a halting stop. "Clarinets! Your tempo is still off at measure five. Mike... Can you demonstrate what it's supposed to sound like?"

As I looked over I saw a slightly long haired boy nod. That's the guy from the Jazz band! "Sure thing, Mrs. K"

Wow...

He's kind of pretty. His clothes hung off of him as he took a stand. While most people looked stupid in the school uniform...He didn't. As he raised his instrument up to eye level I couldn't help but also admire it. His instrument was beautiful as well.

     But wasn't he on piano before?

As he took a deep breath and started to play, a beautiful melody came from the intrument.

No way...

He's...really good at this.

How strange...

I don't know why, but...

...Suddenly...

...my heart...

...won't stop fluttering.