Some names changed because I like the names I made up better! Haha! Just kidding!
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Chapter 1: The Crush
Ok, I take the stand, I breathe...slowly now, don't rush it Mitsy or they are going to know you had pop-tarts for breakfast. Just don't look at him!!
Mitsy shook off the thought of sharing breakfast with the saxophones. Every time she opened her mouth to start singing, she would get so utterly nervous, she thought she would die!
She got off her stool and went through the song in her mind. When she sang in her head she got every note perfect. The pitch was beautiful and the tone was great. Only when she got in front of Eric would she tense up and faint. Eric was the alto saxophone player. He was quiet and utterly perfect to her. Other times it was like she couldn't stand the site of him! She was soooo confused! But when he started to play, it was like it all melted away and he was the only one there. Almost as if he was playing for her and her alone.
"A one, A two, A one two three and..."Mr. Spanky was nice and she could sing fine for him. But when it was for 18 of them, 18 eyes that watched and judged... she just couldn't do it!
"You, must take the `A' train...." Her voice faded as she saw Mr. Spankys face get all contorted and wrinkled. OH NO! I did something wrong, I just know it, it was me!! "Anything wrong?" Eric asked Mr. Spanky. "Yes, someone hasn't been practicing like I have told her!" Oh GREAT! Why doesn't he just say HEY MITSY YOU SUCK! Eric looked at Mitsy and then at Mr. Spanky.
"Well I'm sure who ever it is will work more" Eric winked at Mitsy, "right?"
Mitsy looked down at her shoes and just wanted to die! Oh my god! He means me!! ME!! I can't believe he just winked at me...WHAT DO I DO!!
Practice went by slow. By the time it was over Mitsy was sure she must have been like, 50. Eric walked up to her after practice and cleared his throat. "Ahem, AHHHem. Hey Mitsy...ummm well ummm I just wanted to tell you that you should probably..." Mitsy wasn't really listening she was too busy watching the way his delicate lips form every word..."well you should probably, well ummm, practice more." Right as Mitsy was about to thank him, reality punched her in the face. Oh dear, did he just say I needed to PRACTICE MORE!!!??" I can't believe he just said that!!
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Chapter 1: The Crush
Ok, I take the stand, I breathe...slowly now, don't rush it Mitsy or they are going to know you had pop-tarts for breakfast. Just don't look at him!!
Mitsy shook off the thought of sharing breakfast with the saxophones. Every time she opened her mouth to start singing, she would get so utterly nervous, she thought she would die!
She got off her stool and went through the song in her mind. When she sang in her head she got every note perfect. The pitch was beautiful and the tone was great. Only when she got in front of Eric would she tense up and faint. Eric was the alto saxophone player. He was quiet and utterly perfect to her. Other times it was like she couldn't stand the site of him! She was soooo confused! But when he started to play, it was like it all melted away and he was the only one there. Almost as if he was playing for her and her alone.
"A one, A two, A one two three and..."Mr. Spanky was nice and she could sing fine for him. But when it was for 18 of them, 18 eyes that watched and judged... she just couldn't do it!
"You, must take the `A' train...." Her voice faded as she saw Mr. Spankys face get all contorted and wrinkled. OH NO! I did something wrong, I just know it, it was me!! "Anything wrong?" Eric asked Mr. Spanky. "Yes, someone hasn't been practicing like I have told her!" Oh GREAT! Why doesn't he just say HEY MITSY YOU SUCK! Eric looked at Mitsy and then at Mr. Spanky.
"Well I'm sure who ever it is will work more" Eric winked at Mitsy, "right?"
Mitsy looked down at her shoes and just wanted to die! Oh my god! He means me!! ME!! I can't believe he just winked at me...WHAT DO I DO!!
Practice went by slow. By the time it was over Mitsy was sure she must have been like, 50. Eric walked up to her after practice and cleared his throat. "Ahem, AHHHem. Hey Mitsy...ummm well ummm I just wanted to tell you that you should probably..." Mitsy wasn't really listening she was too busy watching the way his delicate lips form every word..."well you should probably, well ummm, practice more." Right as Mitsy was about to thank him, reality punched her in the face. Oh dear, did he just say I needed to PRACTICE MORE!!!??" I can't believe he just said that!!