AN: I hope you enjoy. This is just something that came to me in a dream and whilst there's some reflection to real life events, it is all fiction. Enjoy x Love Kallie xx
First meeting
It was about 8 o'clock on a Wednesday evening. After 2 hours of rehearsing and having fun, the music room was quiet. Most people from the performing arts group had wandered off in dribs and drabs back to the warmth of the flats, facing the chilling air before it had gotten too cold. Only 2 people remained: a girl and a boy. The boy lay asleep on the floor, having not wanted to leave his friend alone. His jacket was tucked beneath his head, his bag resting against his stomach as he lay curled around it. The girl was sat on the floor listening to music, doodling in the back of a notebook, not wanting to go back. Sheet music on the piano lay abandoned, entire hand drawn sections scribbled through. Kittie needed time away from everyone and everything else, including her work. So instead she decided to stay in a mostly empty room, ignoring the world.
Behind her, a door opened and noise flooded in as people stepped through. She didn't notice them, but they noticed her. A hand tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me," she was asked as she pulled her headphones off. "We're using this room now, for a rehearsal." Kittie blinked confused. "What? Oh, sorry, we thought it would be empty." She got to her feet and tapped her friend lightly on the left shoulder with 2 fingers. He didn't move. "Lexi, you need to get up now. We have to go." "Don't wanna," he mumbled, rolling away from her. She rolled her eyes and kicked his side. "Get up. One of the choirs needs the room. You can sleep at home." He didn't move. She looked up at the people apologetically. "Sorry." She turned to Lexi. "Get up!" she hissed. "Su kar ces tenai." (the guy is here) "Ret kar?" (what guy) "Su kar. " (the guy) "Eman kar?" (your guy) "Ven, tan kar," she replied through gritted teeth. "Please, we need to go." (yes my guy)
Lexi sat up and smiled at her. "Alright Kittie, let's go." He glanced around at the other people in the room. "Sorry guys." He stood up, picked up his bag, slung his jacket over his shoulder and walked out the room. Kittie rolled her eyes and left, stumbling at the doorway. A hand grabbed her shoulder, steadying her. "You alright?" a voice asked her. She glanced up at the figure and blinked. "Uh yeah, I'm fine," she answer shakily. The hand left her shoulder and she rubbed it absentmindedly, still a little shocked that he'd touched her. As she left, she turned back suddenly and moved towards the piano. Quickly she grabbed her water bottle and the sheet music from the piano. This time she didn't say anything as she left.
Kittie moved further down the corridor and collapsed on one of the sofas. With her head in her hands she murmured "stupid stupid clumsy cacto." (idiot). The door opened and footsteps came down the corridor. Kittie glanced up, surprised, then did a double take. He was standing in front of her. Her heart leapt. Ever since she'd seen him in her first year, she had wanted to get to know him. He was gorgeous and judging by his reputation, he was really nice and funny and honest. Since she'd broken up with Robin, she'd decided she wanted a proper relationship and that she wasn't going to rush in to anything. But she'd seen him and instantly she'd felt a spark. A crush had turned into a full on obsession until Lexi had turned round and told she had to stop. It had taken her a couple of months but she had gotten over it. Until this year. Her Uni had thrown a get together for the extra curricular performing arts groups including those that were just one or the other, and she'd seen him. He'd looked so good in a suit and she'd fallen for him all over again.
"Hey, are you alright? You took a bit of a tumble out of the room and then ran back to grab this which you then dropped," he said, holding out her sheet music. Mentally she cursed herself for getting caught up in her thoughts. "Th-thanks." "I hope you don't mind, but I had a quick look at the music. It's good. You're pretty talented." He smiled at her, his blond hair dancing as he leant towards her. "I'm Oscar by the way." "I know who you are." she replied. Oscar raised his eyebrows inquiringly, amused and intrigued by her. She rolled her eyes and took the sheet music. "Everyone does," she elaborated. "You're the golden boy, the king of musical theatre. Your reputation proceeds you." He chuckled. "I suppose it does a bit, but I'm not in charge. From what I hear, thats you." She looked at him. "What? Me? With my friends yes because most of them don't have any common sense enough to know better and need someone to guide them, but as for class and the programme, nope. I tend to stick to the shadows." "Why?" He sat down beside her. "You've got a great voice."
This time it was her turn to look at him in need of elaboration. "Just because I have a good voice, doesn't mean I'm going to sing loudly from the rooftops and demand to be the centre of attention. How would you know anyway?" He shrugged. "I've seen you with uh DAMCA, is it?" She nodded. "What's with that name anyway? And I've seen you in the folk choir and MUS. The solo you did for the last showcase in oh what's it called, the choir you're in, that was amazing." She smiled. "You should hear what we do with DAMCA." "From what I hear, it's a complete mash of everything." "Correction, we do what we want be that musical theatre, songs from films, country, folk, rock... Well you get the gist. We bounce around." "Bounce." He looked at her a little bewildered then laughed. "Bounce. I like it. So how come you get to do what you want?"
Kittie looked away, a little embarrassed. "Well partly it's to do with the fact that DAMCA is part of my course as well as an extracurricular club, so we showcase what we've been doing, another part is that we don't showcase with the big things generally. If we're asked to then we will depending on what else we've got going on. Like we have our own showcase next week, showing acting, dancing and singing." "It sounds good. I take it you're going to be doing stuff?" "Maybe. Perhaps some of the original pieces will be mine." "Maybe I'll come and watch then." Kittie stared at him. He was sat here flirting with her. It wasn't a dream, it was real. She was also aware that she was unintentionally flirting herself. "Maybe you should," she smiled. "Oh, how stupid of me. I'm not even sure if you know my name. I'm..."
The door to the practice room flew open and and a tall dark haired guy emerged. "Oscar, get in here now. The tenors need you." Oscar grinned and rolled his eyes. "Coming Joe. Sorry about that." He got to his feet. "What were you saying?" He clicked his fingers. "You were just going to tell me your name. Of course I've heard whispers, tales, but nothing is confirmed." She stared at him. "Do you always talk like this?" she asked, getting to her feet and shouldering her bag. "You can talk Miss Bounce," he teased. She smiled, rocking on her heels. "I better get going. If I stay out any later, Alex will try and cook and that always ends in disaster." "Wait, aren't you going to tell me your name?" he called as she walked away. "Maybe I'll just leave without telling you so you have a reason to talk to me again." she replied, pausing at the door at the end of the corridor. "Maybe I don't want a reason to talk to you again. Maybe I will want to." Behind him, Joe rolled his eyes. "Alright Oscar, leave the female population alone and get inside." He held the door open for the other. Oscar glanced back as the door swung shut, watching her go. He smiled, intrigued.
