"Band Mates" // Violetta Fanfic

Something we can agree on

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Chapter Nine

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~Violetta's POV~

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The next morning, I walk into the studio and see someone I didn't expect to see...

"Um... Angie? What are you doing here?" I ask going up to her.

"Hey Vilu! Isn't it exciting? I'm gonna be your new singing teacher!!"

"What?!"

"Yep! Now, we can see each other all the time" she smiles.

"Angie, why would you become a teacher just to see me?!"

"I didn't Vilu! It was something I always wanted to do, be a music teacher"

"You sing?"

"Yeah" She grins.

"Well ok...."

"So, then I'll see you in class then!"

"Oh... Uh yeah... Great" I mumble.

"Bye Violetta!"

"Bye...."

*time lapse to class*

"Hello Everyone! My name is Angie and I am the new singing teacher here at Studio 21!"

The whole class waves at Angie.

"I want you to be nice and respectful to Angie, she will be mainly teaching the vocal class but today she is going to help me with the assignments we are doing here" Pablo explains.

I try to bury my face in my hands as Angie smiles at me.

"Do you know each other?" Fran whispers.

"She's my tutor" I mutter.

"Ohh"

*time skips*

"Okay guys, now let's get into our groups"

I glance at Camilla going over to Diego excitedly. Diego smiles at me and then takes her away to the music room.

I stand up and walk around looking for my partner. "Where is he?" I think.

I turn around and see him stumbling over to me.

"Hey! Where were you?"

"Sorry for being late, let's go"

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Leon and I walk inside the room and I immediately get out my book and go up to the piano.

"Okay so um, same thing that we did yesterday?"

"Uh ya... Sure" he murmurs.

I look at him as he holds his hands to his head and groans.

"Um... Are you... Okay?" I ask a little worried.

"Yeah... I just have a little..."

"Headache?"

"Sure" he says grabbing the guitar.

"Okay well let's try and get this duet to happen"

"Ok" he starts strumming the guitar but misses all the notes.

"How big of a headache do you have?!" I ask watching as he almost trips.

He leans over the piano and looks at me.