Robbie's Song
Next chapter up! I'm trying to prewrite at one chapter ahead before I post these, so I think I'm writing pretty fast. Enjoy.
Chapter Three:
It was still dark in the school. The janitor was lazy and never bothered turning on the lights before six thirty. Although, pretty much no one actually wanted to be at the school early, so he couldn't exactly be blamed.
Today, however, at six in the morning, there was someone in the Hollywood Arts hallways, and this someone was sneaking over to Sikowitz's classroom.
Fortunately, there was no one around to care about the fact that there might be a sneaker in the school. Although they might not have cared anyways, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
A yawn came from the backpack the sneaker was carrying and then a voice called out, "What'chu doin'? Where am I? Don't mess with me, boy!"
The sneaker shushed the voice and continued to creep over to Sikowitz's class.
The person carefully opened the door to make sure it didn't squeak or slam open.
The sneaky person was greeted by a shout of "Who goes there?!"
This person, who, after close examination, was revealed to probably being a he, froze. Was he caught?
"No, mom, I'm not after your purse or your bagels."
He sighed in relief. Sikowitz was just sleeping. He decided not to bother wondering why Sikowitz was sleeping in his classroom when he had a perfectly nice house.
He slowly and silently, ever so slowly and silently, slipped into the room towards the sleeping teacher and placed a plain, red folder on his lap before stealing out of the room again.
The label on the folder read:
The Blonde Squad
I Think You're Swell
Sikowitz stared at the song in his hands. It was brilliant.
Well, normally, it would not be brilliant. Not at all. But for the character it was written for, it was brilliant. Truly brilliant.
He was a bit confused, though. Why would André leave it in his lap while he was sleeping instead of playing it for him and the rest of the class? He usually loved showing the world his new compositions.
It didn't matter, Sikowitz supposed. He had the song and it was brilliant. He'd just congratulate André for it later.
BBBBBBRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNN NNGGGGG
Sikowitz leapt up from his chair and ran off mumbling about ringing, coconuts, and hippie cows.
André walked into class looking very tired.
"Hi, André! You look tired. Why're you tired? I've been tired before, but never in class, so why're you tired?" Cat asked while giggling.
André blinked for a bit, processing the question.
"Why are you tired?" Beck reiterated.
"Ya look dead on yo feet."
"Rex!"
By then, André had understood the question, so he answered, "Well, Sikowitz decided that he only needed one of the four songs which just happened to be the song I hadn't written yet, so I was up until two forty—"
"In the morning?" Cat stared, her head tilted to one side in curiosity.
Remembering the pain and struggle in his brain as he had tried over and over again to write the song, André just let out a frustrated cry and hit his head on his desk.
"How are we today, children?" Sikowitz said, for once walking in through the hall door like everyone else. It was vaguely worrisome.
André just let out another cry, this time muffled by the desk, and no one else bothered to answer the eccentric teacher.
"Oh yes, André. I must say that the song you left on top of me this morning was perfect. Good work. Everybody clap for André."
And clap they did. Except for André himself who just looked very confused.
No one noticed the small but proud smile on Robbie's face as he pat his knee (so as not to disturb Rex).
After that, Sikowitz just sort of left as he always tended to do after major events had passed and let the students have a free period.
Cat bounced off to talk to Robbie who received her with a bright, longing smile on his face, Jade started talking to Eli while pointedly ignoring Beck, Beck kind of just... looked cool like always, and Tori walked over to André.
"Congrats! You finished your song!" she said, a smile on her face.
"But I didn't write it."
The smile melted away into confusion and she asked, just to make sure, "What?"
"I didn't write it!"
There was a pause as they both absorbed the information.
"Then who did?"