[DISCLAIMER: This isn't really an actual word-on-word account of what happened during my freshman year, just in case someone from my school is actually reading this [Highly unlikely, but you never know o.o], it's sort of based on my experiences in my freshman year and my current Junior year [I don't exactly want to get into my sophomore year] So it's like an fictionization or whatever or something. I should've changed the names, but it would've felt too weird for me to type. I made some things up, but not too many things. Just enjoy it, It's just a little dedication to my best friend and my other band friends because it's the holidays and I felt a little lonely so I decided to write this up to compensate for it. ^_^]
The skies were full of dark, gray clouds. I knew it was going to storm at least a little that afternoon. I had brought an umbrella with me just in case it did pour down. The dark clouds seemed to be a little ominous to me. I didn't really even want to come after having such a horrible day at school, but for some reason I just couldn't pull myself away from going to freshman orientation. I guess I just wanted to get away from my home from once. Plus it was band.
As soon as I opened the glass door of the Perfoming Arts Center, I could hear raindrops fall from outside. I had a habit of coming earlier to an event then I really need to be, but surprisingly enough there were some people there, incoming freshmen from all the other schools. I tried my best to avoid any eye contact with anyone to avoid conversation. My awkward speech always made me a target for ridicule, and I didn't want to start off in high school being made fun of.
I grabbed the handle of the door to the band hall. I pulled the handle really hard and managed to crack open the door just by an inch. I slipped in the door just before it could close on me. I was awed at the size of the high school band hall. It was just a little bit bigger than the band hall at my middle school, but something about the high school band hall made it seemed like it was like I was in a huge theater.
After glancing around the band hall for awhile, my percussion band teacher came from one of the band offices. They looked the same from the band offices from my middle school, but like the band hall, they seemed different in a different way. She mentioned to me about where people who were going for the pit were going. She pointed to the uniform room, where no one was there yet.
This was no surprise to me, since loneliness is no stranger to me. I went along to the uniform room, where two xylophones with their own stands were.
As my band teacher closed the uniform room door, I deeply sighed. I put all of my tryout music on a stand and started practicing.
I couldn't help but to feel empty. I felt like something was missing. I've always felt like this however. I continued practicing.
I heard the door handle turn. I stopped practicing and wondered who was coming in. My hopes were that it was another kid from my school. But as the door opened it turned out to be my band teacher. She told me that I would have another guest with me. I didn't say anything much except for a emotionless oh.
Then the girl came in. She put her music on the stand opposite of me. She was about as tall as me, if not a little taller. She was skinny and a bit frail looking. She had a look of uneasiness in her blue eye, and in her green eye a look of excitement. I never seen anyone in my life with eyes like her. Her long, blonde hair seemed to get in the way of her eyes. I was unconsciously hypnotized by her eyes. When she looked me in the eyes I became paralyzed with fear. I stuttered, thinking of something to say to her.
"Hey." She said. "You alright?"
I sighed with relief. "Yeah, I'm okay." Things felt a bit awkward now.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Uhm... Mac." I uttered.
"I'm Bethany." She chirped.
"Cool. So you're trying out for pit too?" I asked.
"Yeah." She said.
We tried to practice our music, but we only spat out a few notes here and there. Each time I messed up, I looked up and smiled at her. She smiled back, eventually laughing a little bit.
Even though we didn't get much done that afternoon, it was pretty awkward. Just me and her in the same room together, barely practicing at all. I didn't know it then, but I just got a little taste of high school band. And I met one of the coolest friends I ever had.
The skies were full of dark, gray clouds. I knew it was going to storm at least a little that afternoon. I had brought an umbrella with me just in case it did pour down. The dark clouds seemed to be a little ominous to me. I didn't really even want to come after having such a horrible day at school, but for some reason I just couldn't pull myself away from going to freshman orientation. I guess I just wanted to get away from my home from once. Plus it was band.
As soon as I opened the glass door of the Perfoming Arts Center, I could hear raindrops fall from outside. I had a habit of coming earlier to an event then I really need to be, but surprisingly enough there were some people there, incoming freshmen from all the other schools. I tried my best to avoid any eye contact with anyone to avoid conversation. My awkward speech always made me a target for ridicule, and I didn't want to start off in high school being made fun of.
I grabbed the handle of the door to the band hall. I pulled the handle really hard and managed to crack open the door just by an inch. I slipped in the door just before it could close on me. I was awed at the size of the high school band hall. It was just a little bit bigger than the band hall at my middle school, but something about the high school band hall made it seemed like it was like I was in a huge theater.
After glancing around the band hall for awhile, my percussion band teacher came from one of the band offices. They looked the same from the band offices from my middle school, but like the band hall, they seemed different in a different way. She mentioned to me about where people who were going for the pit were going. She pointed to the uniform room, where no one was there yet.
This was no surprise to me, since loneliness is no stranger to me. I went along to the uniform room, where two xylophones with their own stands were.
As my band teacher closed the uniform room door, I deeply sighed. I put all of my tryout music on a stand and started practicing.
I couldn't help but to feel empty. I felt like something was missing. I've always felt like this however. I continued practicing.
I heard the door handle turn. I stopped practicing and wondered who was coming in. My hopes were that it was another kid from my school. But as the door opened it turned out to be my band teacher. She told me that I would have another guest with me. I didn't say anything much except for a emotionless oh.
Then the girl came in. She put her music on the stand opposite of me. She was about as tall as me, if not a little taller. She was skinny and a bit frail looking. She had a look of uneasiness in her blue eye, and in her green eye a look of excitement. I never seen anyone in my life with eyes like her. Her long, blonde hair seemed to get in the way of her eyes. I was unconsciously hypnotized by her eyes. When she looked me in the eyes I became paralyzed with fear. I stuttered, thinking of something to say to her.
"Hey." She said. "You alright?"
I sighed with relief. "Yeah, I'm okay." Things felt a bit awkward now.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Uhm... Mac." I uttered.
"I'm Bethany." She chirped.
"Cool. So you're trying out for pit too?" I asked.
"Yeah." She said.
We tried to practice our music, but we only spat out a few notes here and there. Each time I messed up, I looked up and smiled at her. She smiled back, eventually laughing a little bit.
Even though we didn't get much done that afternoon, it was pretty awkward. Just me and her in the same room together, barely practicing at all. I didn't know it then, but I just got a little taste of high school band. And I met one of the coolest friends I ever had.