Okay, before we start, this is a companion to Play it Again, and honestly, you really don't need to read that before you read this story.
SYOC open. The app, and (few) rules are on my profile. I own nothing except my characters, and the idea of this story, and no Kyle does not come from Brad Falcheck, despite their last names.
Prologue
Alexander Williams had just landed a job at Weston Hill Academy, and was proud to be an Residential Adviser , as well as the history teacher. He checked his e-mail, as he heard students starting to shuffle around in the dormitory hallways. He couldn't help but smile when he had seen that the the school board had approved of a glee club, or show choir had commonly been known as.
He made a flier up, and then printed it, but what about a name? Every show choir needed a name. Then he figured it out. Why not use the New Divide? It sounded good, so he wrote it down, and posted it up, then he headed back to his room, and hoped that someone who was interested would want to join. This was going to be a great year he noted to himself, and then shut the door.
Kyle Falchek had just checked in at reception, and gotten his dorm key, and room number. He wasn't so sure he wanted to meet his roommate? What if his roommate made fun of him for being asexual? After all it was uncommon, but that wasn't his only worry? What if he didn't fit in? Finally pushing that aside, he entered the dorms, and went to his second story room. Upon entering he saw that his roommate must have already been in and out, because, his roommates stuff was there. A moment later, Kyle decided he wanted to walk around campus and find out where everything was.
He had found the library, but saw that it was closed, and headed towards another building, and saw it had the words RAVENS NEST on it, and assumed that it was the Student Union, so he didn't bother going in. That would be another time. Another building. Then finally continued until he saw the music building.
Then he found that it was unlocked and went in. Examining around he found the art gallery, the box office, and the doors to the auditorium. It wasn't a music building, it was a performance center, but he didn't mind, and started to sing the word that was in his head.
You get your hands in it, plant your roots in it
Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it
You write her name on it, spin your tires on it
Build your corn field, whiskey bonfires on it
You bet your life on it
It's that elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on
That plowed-up ground that your dad damned his luck on
That post-game party field you circle up on
And when it rains you get stuck on
Drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up
The mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up
Her blue-eyed summertime smile looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build ten percent down white picket fence house on this dirt
You mix some sweat with it, taking a shovel to it
You stuck some crosses and some painted goal posts through it (damn)
You know you came from it and someday you'll return to this...
Then he left, and headed back to his dorm room, so he could finally settle in. Even though, it wasn't Portland, it was going to be home for the next nine months.
Play list: Dirt - Florid Georgia Line.