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A/N: Oh my, you are all so fantastic! Thank you so much for all the sweet reviews, you are all my inspiration!
Ok, well this week is kind of mellow for me, compared to how it usually is, so I'm trying to get as many chapters out as I can before next week. Next week, is more midterms (I had some last week too) so I will be busy for the beginning half of next week, like really bad, and so it will postpone my updates until Thursday or Friday. But remember, that's next week…not this week. This week is very open, so I will have updates today and tomorrow. Yeah, I'm going to try and use my time wisely… by updating!
Alright, now that my long rant is over, let's get onto the next chapter of this story! Hope you all enjoy! -2/21/11-
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Angel of Music
Chapter 3: Logan
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen
Don't think about the way
Things might have been…
Kendall hoped he wouldn't be caught staring. There he stood, his face practically pressed up against the tiny glass window of the door, watching the anonymous face, sing a melody that was simply…incredible.
Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
To put you from my mind
"Mr. Knight!" A voice called from afar. The hairs on the back of Kendall's neck raised, his face growing pale, as the blonde tore his attention from the singer to the source of the caller.
It was Mr. Mann; he was entering the hallway. His meeting must have ended.
"Mr.-Mr. Mann…?" Kendall's voice cracked, moving his body away from the choir door, watching as the tiny teacher approached him. His ears still tuned into the song, hungry for more.
Recall those days, look back on those days
How young and innocent we were
"You made it; wonderful," Mr. Mann beamed, placing his hand on Kendall's arm. "Sorry to make you wait; we can go into my classroom now." The teacher instructed, guiding Kendall away from the choir door.
Kendall made a swift glance back at the choir door, as the pair began making their way towards the classroom. Kendall wanted to know who that person was, he wanted to ask. But, he refrained, in belief it would come off weird.
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you…
He had to know.
'Oh, fuck it,' Kendall thought to himself, biting his lower lip. Maybe, just maybe, he could word it in a way that wouldn't sound weird. "Wow, that's pretty good, the song that is…" Kendall spat out, gesturing with his head in the direction of the choir room, a chill running through his body.
Mr. Mann took a moment, listening to the song as a smile spread across his face, "Ah, so Andrew Lloyd Webber catching you ear, is he?"
'Who the hell…?' Kendall puzzled, confusion consuming his face. "Sure…why not."
"He is a fantastic composer, there are many that believe him to be a genius, myself included," Mr. Mann rambled. "Did you know, the play where that song comes from, Phantom of the Opera, is the longest running performance on Broadway."
"Oh, that's cool," Kendall attempted to look interested, letting out a heavy sigh. This wasn't what we wanted to hear, 'Mr. Mann, I don't care…I just don't care.'
"Yes sir, Phantom has been on Broadway for twenty-three years and counting," Mr. Mann continued, proud, as if it made him cool to know such things.
"Well, that's cool Mr. Mann, but I was just—" Kendall attempted to interject, striving for an answer to his question.
"Also, just recently, Mr. Webber released a sequel to Phantom, known as Phantom: Love Never Dies, and I—" Mr. Mann babbled. He had to be stopped.
"Great! That is so very interesting and great Mr. Mann," Kendall began, taking control of the conversation. "Yeah, that song sounded just great, I was very impressed…Well, here goes nothing…I was even more impressed with who was singing it."
Mr. Mann paused for a second, trying to think of who would be in the choir room after school; it finally clicked. "Ah yes, he does have quite the amazing vocals; very promising."
Mr. Mann and Kendall approached the theater classroom, as the blonde's instructor dug into his pocket, retrieving out a set of keys; singling out the key to the door, as he managed to unlock it.
Kendall let out a heavy sigh as he broke away from his teacher in order to grab his abandoned backpack. He was going to have to be a bit more direct to get the answer he desired.
"Oh, well cool…who does the 'amazing vocals' belong to?" Kendall asked, quickly realizing how weird the question was presented. "I mean…he has a good voice and I haven't ever seen him around the school."
Mr. Mann nodded his head, pushing open the door to his classroom, allowing the two to enter, "Oh yes, he is indeed new to our school, came about a week and a half ago. His name is Logan Mitchell."
A chill crawled up Kendall's spine at the name.
"He has become very popular in the performing arts here at school; diving right into both choir and drama as soon as he arrived." Mr. Mann continued, leading Kendall into the class room.
"Oh cool," Kendall almost whispered, trying to digest all the information.
"Go ahead and take a seat Kendall, and I will grab some of things and we can go ahead and start." Mr. Mann instructed, swiftly making his way over to his desk; rummaging through the stacks of papers and books that rest atop.
Kendall nodded in response, instinctually taking his assigned seat, waiting for Mr. Mann t come over; becoming increasingly distracted by the newly acquired information: Logan Mitchell.
"Ok, so stage left is the actors…left, while stage right is to the actors…right?" Kendall commented, looking at Mr. Mann to see if he was correct in his claims. Kendall and Mr. Mann had been at it for the past hour. It had been an hour filled with lectures, worksheets, and confusion. However, Kendall was beginning to get the hang on some of it.
'Terrific Kendall, that is correct," Mr. Mann boasted. "You are making some tremendous progress."
"Thanks," Kendall replied, smiling sheepishly.
Taking a brief glance at his watch, Mr. Mann let out a soft gasp, "Oh my, looks like the time got away from us. I better let you go before it gets too much later."
"Alright," Kendall replied as he began gathering his things, including the material Mr. Mann and he had been working on, and stuffing them into his backpack; zipping it shut.
"You are doing well Kendall, but there is still more that we need to go over," Mr. Mann explained as Kendall nodded in response. "When is the next time that you will be available to meet after school?"
"Well," Kendall rose to his feet, thinking about his scheduling over the next couple of days. "…I'm busy the rest of this week with hockey practice. I could do next Monday…" He hesitated. "I know that's kind of a long ways away…"
"That is fine Kendall," Mr. Mann replied. "It's whatever works for your schedule. I can meet right after school too; I don't have any meetings that day."
"Ok, cool," Kendall smiled, swinging his backpack over his left shoulder. "I will see Friday in class."
"See you than," Mr. Mann responded, as the blonde made his way towards the door.
Kendall grabbed a hold of the doorknob, releasing the latch, as he pushed open the door, entering the hallway.
His mind quickly returned to the sweet song projecting from the choir room earlier. Hoping, just a little, that boy, Logan, would still be practicing. However, the hallway was silent. Kendall let out a heavy sigh; he couldn't help but feel disappointed by the silence.
The silence was soon broken at the sound of a door opening. The loud cranking and creaking drew in Kendall's attention. It was coming from the choir room; the door slowly opened, not revealing its source, as a voice soon followed.
"Ok Mr. Martin, I will do that," It was a male's voice. "Have a good evening."
The person let go of the door, allowing it to shut, as they came into view: It was the singer, Logan Mitchell.
Kendall's eyes widened, his palms began to sweat, and his heart started to race. He was nervous. Over a stranger; someone he had never even met. It was as though he was in the company of a celebrity.
The brunette singer began his descent down the hallways, completely oblivious to Kendall's presence. Kendall began to slow his pace, making sure not to draw attention to himself.
Time could not go any slower for the blonde, feeling like a stalker as he walked in Logan's shadow. It didn't take long before Kendall found himself looking over the new student from head to toe. It wasn't a bad sight…
As the two emerged from the performing arts hallway, Logan veered to his right, venturing deeper into the school; and the opposite direction of where Kendall was headed.
A sigh of relief escaped Kendall's lips, as the blonde quickened his pace in the opposite direction of the new student, as he burst through the doors, exiting the school for the day.
TBC…
A/N: OK, so first off, sorry this chapter kind of sucked…
I know it wasn't fantastic-amazingly-awesome…but, I will try better next time! So yeah, yay for song-struck Kendall and awkward Kendall, they're always fun!
But yeah, next chapter will be kind of blah too, but cute in the end, I'm actually really excited to write it! It should be up tomorrow or Thursday, so keep a look out!
Until then, keep reviewing (I love to hear from you), and continue on being wonderful! -2/23/11-
