Stereotyping Rock (Stereotyping Series) | ✔️

Chapter Eight

Matt

I sighed at Georgia, "It's B major with the seventh on the G sharp."

She glared at me, "You don't know how difficult that is on the piano. That's playing five notes at once in one hand. The G sharp, the A, B, D sharp and F sharp. My fingers don't spread like that."

I ran a hand over my face, "At least add in the A. The simple B major sounds plain."

She scowled but nodded. 

I tapped us in with my foot and started chords again. I nodded at her, "Good."

We finished the intro before she stopped, staccato-ing her notes, "You want me to sing?"

"I thought we decided that?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. 

She frowned, "I can't sing Zeppelin. No one can sing Zeppelin."

"Can I try?" Jen offered from the back of the classroom, "I mean, no offence, but I'm getting bored. Plus, I actually know this song?"

I scoffed at her, "You know who Led Zeppelin is?"

"Of course," she shrugged, "Doesn't everyone? Besides, Stairway to Heaven isn't as... metal. I don't mind it too much."

I swapped a glance with Georgia. She shrugged, "Why not? I'll obviously sing for the assessment but why doesn't she try?"

Jen grinned hopefully at me. 

That blonde hair swayed behind her back as her brown eyes glowed like her white teeth. She was beautiful, no doubt about that, but she knew it. She annoyed me. But I need to get back into Georgia's good books.

I sighed slightly and nodded, "Fine. Whatever."

She bounced up from her seat and pulled the mic stand from in front of Gee so it was between the two of us. She nodded, "Go on."

We played through the melodic intro again and when Jen's voice hit the microphone, I skipped a chord at the surprise. 

Her voice was soft and lyrical. She glided over the notes like she owned them, dipping in and out of pitch in just the right places to make it her own song. 

Georgia was the one to stop first. I stopped soon after and Jen glanced between us, blushing, "What's wrong?"

Georgia's mouth was agape. 

I gulped and shrugged, "Nothing. That was pretty good, actually."

"You think her voice is good?" Will asked, "You should see her on the acoustic guitar. She's amazing."

Georgia and I swapped another glance. I unstrapped the guitar from me and handed it to a jumpy-looking Jenna before running into the storeroom. I pulled out the bass guitar and strapped it on. 

I hurried back out, suddenly feeling excitement rush over me. I grinned, "Let's do this."

"What're the chords?" Jenna quickly asked. Georgia talked her slowly through them. 

My gaze fell on Will. He was staring out the window but I could see his fingers beating on the desk. Drummer. I looked away. 

Jenna nodded, "Count us in."

We managed to get through the first entire verse, feeling the beat of each other. For the first time since I'd left for the UK, I felt at home. Music was enveloping me and it felt... good. 

The door creaked open and Mitch stuck his head in, narrowing his eyes, "Miss Blakely?"

Jenna froze, as if caught in an act.