"Hi David!" Gracie chirped when she saw him the next day. He was sitting in room 105 putting his flute away.
"Hi Gracie." David smiled. "How was you're your lesson yesterday?"
"Other than the fact that my teacher hates me, pretty well." Gracie sighed.
"Whose your teacher?" David questioned.
"I forgot." Gracie admitted. "It starts with a C…"
"Oh you have Mr. Clayton." David chuckled. "He just acts like he hates his students but he really doesn't."
"Well then he's a pretty good actor." Gracie joked.
"Sorry to cut our conversation short Gracie, but I really have to go." David told her.
"Where are you going?"
"I have football practice."
"You play football?" Gracie asked. David didn't really look or seem like the football type.
"Well not yet." David said. "Try-outs are next Friday so my school is holding pre-tryout practices."
"Are you any good?"
"I'm very good actually." David bragged. "I might play football better than I play the flute."
"Wow!" Gracie exclaimed.
"Yea well football runs in the family." David said. "My father played it and all my brothers and cousins play it."
"And now you're going to play it."
"I hope so." David shrugged. "Hey Gracie didn't your piccolo lesson start ten minutes ago?"
As if on cue a plump bald man in his late forties barged in.
"Gracie!" Mr. Clayton bellowed. "I thought you said you were going to be on time today."
"I was but then…" Gracie stammered.
"You decided you would rather flirt with Mr. Munley here?" Mr. Clayton smirked. David's face reddened and Gracie's throat tightened with anger. She was not flirting! This music teacher was not making her assignment any easier.
"Let's go Gracie we have a lot to do today." Mr. Clayton said satisfied with the reaction he got his students. Then turning on his heel, he left the room.
"Have fun at football practice." Gracie said on her way out.
"And good luck with Mr. Clayton." David replied.
"If I see one more piccolo note I am going to vomit." Gracie told Monica as she buckled her seat belt.
"I assume today's lesson didn't go so well?"
"It was terrible. Mr. Clayton had me do this one scale that he knew I couldn't play and that's what we did the whole time."
"How was David?"
"He was telling me about how great he was at playing football."
"Football?"
"That's what I thought. Apparently it runs in his family. Like all his relatives play it."
"That's interesting."
"Yea it is."
"Do you want to grab some coffee? Monica asked starting the car..
"Does my piccolo teacher hate me?" Gracie responded with a giggle.
"Very funny Gracie."
"I know."