Talent

by cleocats18

Austin and Ally aren't partners, certainly not. They've only known each other for a year and a half and they already hate each other. They are both 7th graders in their schools magnet program and members of their school's symphonic band. They couldn't be more different but then something changes. They each have something to teach each other, but can they work together?

1. Monday

Author's Note

-Okay, so I'm new here and this is my first story. I'm sorry that it's probably not going to be very good at first but with luck it may get better over time. Please review if there is anything you think I can improve on. Well here we go!-

Chapter 1

Ally's P.O.V.

I had just gotten back from winter break, I was pretty content with the results of the chair test in band, I had moved up a chair and was 3rd chair clarinet. However, despite that I always felt that little twinge of jealousy in my heart as I watched Austin, our 1st chair saxophonist, playing with the beauty that only a natural can have. I was truly jealous, of his beautiful instrument, of the beautiful sound. I drove me crazy that he of all people was amazing at an instrument that I loved so much. But most of the time I didn't think about that, and I was relatively content. Then my life changed.

It was Monday afternoon, and as usual I was headed to my clarinet lesson. When I got there, my teacher was busy, and when I went into the lesson room I saw a saxophone, a beautiful gleaming black and gold saxophone sitting out. Something possessed me, I found a new reed and put it on. I picked up the saxophone and played a few notes, I didn't know any fingerings, and yet the notes rang pure and clear. It felt wonderful, so natural and perfect. Better that playing the clarinet ever did. I turned around and saw my teacher watching.
"I'm so sorry" I told him putting down the saxophone, but he didn't seem to hear me, he was looking at me like I had just started glowing.
"Was that you playing?" he asked and I just nodded.
"Your amazing," he said, seeming almost dazed. "How did you know the fingerings? He asked.
"I don't know, I just sort of guessed" I replied and watched as me teacher seemed to be even more in awe. He told me to pick up the saxophone and handed me a book with some simple songs. I looked at the fingerings, I played the song, and now my teacher looked at me like I had just grown a tail.
"You're a natural" he said. So needless to say, my mum was informed, and I got a saxophone, and arrangements were made so I could stay in symphonic band.