Stereotyping Rock (Stereotyping Series) | ✔️

Chapter Nineteen

Lena

I leant against the doorframe, the melody washing over me like a haunted spirit. This room hadn't been touched in years and yet, now, it was filled with teenagers playing a beautiful song on improvisation. 

I glanced over each of them. 

Everyone knew Matthew could play guitar and that Georgia could play keyboard. They've both been playing for years. I'd known for a little while, or guessed, that Will had a natural ability for the drums. But Courtney and Jenna... I'd never have guessed either of them in a million years. 

Jenna's lyrics were sloppy and sappy but good enough for improvisation. Courtney's hands were a little slow on the chords but she was trying to translate Jenna's chords and play them within a beat. The other three were perfect. 

The melody rushed through me again before I shivered. These guys didn't belong together. From what I remembered, they never even hung out together. Yet, here they are... 

Will dropped out of the beat and the guitarists slowed down as the improv song ended. Georgia let her last note hang low with Jenna's final stretch of pitch. I wrapped my arms around each other, looking at them each individually again. 

They all were looking expectantly at me, excluding the boys. Thy were both looking at each other, communicating silently. 

I looked between the girls, took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Do I have permission to lecture you all?"

They didn't reply but gave me curious glances. I took that as acceptance.

"Let me begin," I stared at Georgia, "You play in the Church band, dedicate all your music to your Grandma and your favourite genre is classical, according to your article via Steve Spangler. I call bullshit," I swore and Will said my name warningly. 

I moved on to Jenna, "You are the cliche, blonde, bubbly cheerleader who only cares about cosmetics and the latest brands of clothing. Oh, and partying with my brother. Again, lies. You sing well enough to be played on the radio multiple times a day."

Courtney was pale when I shifted my gaze to her, "Courtney... You're the preppiest girl at Eastpoint. You definitely care about your looks more than Jenna and you're by far pretty enough to grace the cover of Vogue or likewise. But did anyone know you played bass? I bet the answer is no."

"My dear brother, William," I crossed my arms, snarking to him at the drum kit, "I had to work out for myself that you actually knew how to play drums. How you learnt, I have no clue, butyou shred it. From what I saw this afternoon, you love the drums a thousand times more than you love rugby."

Jenna stiffened and my eyes cut to her figure. She stared intently at Will, over her shoulder. 

I pursed my lips, watching the exchange, before turning to Matthew. I gave him a simple once over. He narrowed his cold eyes on me, "What are you going to say to me?"

I thought for a long moment before shrugging, "I'd say your being yourself but you're being a coward."

He took a jaggered step towards me, "What?"

"Seriously," I sighed lightly, "Man up and tell Georgia the entirety of your feelings before you do what you're thinking of."

Matthew's face relaxed and then paled, "How do you know about that?"

"About your recent thoughts?" I whispered, staring at his broken soul, "I got a major in psychology at fourteen... I know things."

"Coward," Jenna whispered, echoing what I'd said.