Interlude:
A temporary amusement or diversion that contrasts with what goes before or after.
Amy
"How's your day been, James?" Amy asked as she spotted her little brother with violin. He was a year younger than her, but the school's music program didn't let age restrict the showcasing of talent. In fact, even as a junior, Amy had been given permission to help direct their school's orchestra, though she also played the French horn and piano. Captain Ray Holt felt it essential that his students develop sufficient leadership skills.
"Not too bad," James grinned, as he took his place in the orchestra.
"Okay, today we'll be focusing on Johannes Brahms' Horn Trio in E major." Amy announced as she flipped through her Lessons binder.
50 minutes later, the seniors and Amy were satisfied with their progress and let them out to lunch, with the exception of one sophomore who lingered behind.
"Ms. Santiago?" he asked.
"Please, just call me Amy," she corrected immediately.
"Yes M'am" he blurted, "I mean, I was just wondering if there was any additional exercises I could do."
Amy nodded as she checked her binder and gave him a list. "Here you go."
"Thanks Amy," he said as he turned to leave.
"Wait, I didn't get your name," Amy called out quickly. As the only girl amongst her siblings, she found it imperative that credit was given when it was due.
"Gary Jennings," came the faint reply.
Jake/Gina
"JAKEYYYY!" A loud voice greeted him in the dance hall.
"Gina, where were you this morning?" Jake grinned as he ran up to hug his cousin, finding it hard to stay mad at her. "I had to be lectured by this Captain Holt, it was so boring."
"Oh, I was practising with my new dance troupe, Floorgasm. We've already filmed several videos on YouTube. If you're lucky, we might even bust some moves this class," she winked, dusting off her leotard where Jake had made contact during the hug.
"If I could all have your attention," Doug Judy began, "I'd like to begin this semester with the waltz. New kid, if you'd like to help me give a demonstration."
Jake groaned internally as Gina gave him a little nudge. He really hoped this new kid label wouldn't last much longer. Thank God I learnt the waltz with Jenny Gildenhorn, Jake thought with a pang of nostalgia. At least I'll be able to put on a show.
What a show Jake put on, even if it was with a senior student. The whole class was in applause when they finished, and eager to get started.
"Wanna be partners?" a blonde girl asked, hand on hip, clearly someone no one has ever said no to.
"Yes, if I can have your name," Jake smirked.
"Marie. You want my number too?" she challenged back.
And that was how Jake ended up with his first number on the first day at his new school. Gina had been practicing some very non-Waltz dance moves with her headphones on during the entire class.
Boyle
Boyle loved cooking. It was the one of the times he could truly express himself freely, plus, the class was unsupervised. Today's menu? Fruit pavlova. He was in the middle of gathering his ingredients, when a familiar face popped up at his desk, but Boyle couldn't quite figure why it was familiar.
"What would you say if I could help you cut your chopping speeds into a quarter?"
"That sounds like something I could use," Boyle said naively. "Have I seen you in this class before?"
"No, I'm new here. Name's Bill," he said, grabbing out the paperwork. "You just need to sign here, here and here."
"Great. Um, would you mind giving me a hand with this meringue?"
"Nope, gotta go to work! But enjoy your NutriBoom! BOOM BOOM!" Bill exclaimed as he zipped out of the classroom.
"Boom boom," replied Boyle as he got stuck into his work.
Rosa
"Alright, class. This semester we'll be working on light - specifically reflection, refraction and diffraction. Collect your tray of materials from the front and then we can get started," Ms Hawkins ordered.
"Wanna partner up?" a boy with mousy brown hair asked.
"Nope," Rosa replied instantly. God, when would her classmates every learn that she always worked alone?
"You wanna work tog-"
"You want to go through life blind?" Rosa snapped, holding a mirror to the light for emphasis. The remaining students finally left her alone as they found other partners. By the end of class, Rosa was quite satisfied with the topic she had chosen, the photoelectric effect.
Author's Note
Sorry to have a bit more of a filler chapter. Kind of just setting everything up. After the next couple of chapters, the story should flow a bit faster, though I've decided that I'm going to start just releasing chapters weekly soon. as I think I'm rushing editing.
