Psst. I'm baaaccckkk... ::Ry -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Scared yet?
Welcome to "Back Room Confessional", dear, dear, human sacrificing readers.
and you normal ones too.
This is a companion story to "Seduction at MidTempo" so if you want to understand some of the humorous refrences in here, I'd reccomend reading that one first if you haven't already.
But it does stand alone, somewhat.
I won't beg you to review, because you guys love me enough to do that already.
"Evvy? Can you help me…get this tenor out of the closet? It's stuck."
I stood up from the drum I was tuning and went to assist Sw-
Jason. Help Jason get the tenor out of it's precarious spot in the metal cabinet we stored it in. Seeing it already out and noticing the obvious absence of the Asian-featured man who had originally called me to the back room, I paused in the middle of the narrow room.
The door behind me clicked shut as I felt two hands caress my hips from behind, turning me around and gently pushing me against the cabinet door as his lips met mine…
Hm. What a way to start telling my story. It kind of makes me sound like a skank, doesn't it. Some people do consider me that, though.
I guess this should start out with me telling you a little bit about me, and why I was making out rather passionately with our percussion instructor in a storage room where most of our marching percussion instruments are stored.
I'm Evelyn, by the way…but the cool kids call me Evvy. My story will be told not just through my eyes, but through the eyes of all of my fellows and comrades on the San Burgiden drumline. Yeah, San Burgiden. I'm assuming if you're reading this, you know about Andy and her daughters Heather and Krissy. Kris and Heather are actually two of my best friends, but Andy's taking it easy now, teaching private lessons at the middle school since she had Evan , who's four years younger then the twins.
I play tenors, and I'm not too bad at them, if I do say so myself…one of three on the drumline, and the only senior in the section. The other two are Miller and Abbs, and they're two of my other real good friends also. Then there's Jon and Rich and Bri on bass…I guess the whole line is one big family of mine, when you get right down to it.
My personal life really isn't all that much worth noting, My dad works in retail and more or less stays out of my life as long as I get good grades, and mom works as the daycare teacher in one of those nearby schools for "gifted" pre-schoolers…yeah right, what complete garbage. She more or less leaves me alone too, which is probably how I got in this mess in the first place.
I get good enough grades, except in math. Always hated that subject…never saw the point in studying it if I was going to be a music performance major. That's right, my plans haven't really changed since this whole fiasco started…you hear everywhere about how when a girl falls in love, she wants to settle down, become a housewife, have about two billion kids and bake cookies all day. That never appealed to me…I mean, I wanna have kids and all that, but not until I get a solid place in an orchestra or recording studio.
Jason never tries to make me change my plans either, even if he is the more mature one in the relationship, as he never fails to point out.
I'm not his girlfriend, as such…it can't be official, now can it, with him being a teacher? I mean, he's not my band director…that's moldy old Mr. B who's only holding on long enough to see his marching band lodged firmly into school history. Then he'll bite the dust, kick the bucket, go to that big director's podium in the sky that he's probably daydreaming about when he falls asleep on his sandwich during his lunch break.
Ha. I crack myself up. I make Jason laugh too, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. I love watching him when he laughs, watching his ears turn tomato red under his golden skin…ah, but I'm getting all sentimental and mushy.
I do love him, though. I've only ever felt this strongly about my music, before. I'm completely his, and he promised me once I'm out of college, we can get married. I'm pretty sure my parents won't like it, but we'll go to Vegas if we have to. My parents are sticklers about marriage and stuff like that…they'll probably say five years is too large of an age gap for us to truly understand each other, but that's bull. He understands me like nobody else has ever understood me.
I bet you're probably getting bored with my silly personal history now, so I guess I'll tell you how this all started, with me and Jason. It's probably best to start with the most unexpected testimonial, from the Abbs-ter. I love that kid…blonde, but with a brain to back up her looks. She's probably the nicest, most caring person I know, too.
-Evvy