Brandon led me to the band room without beating me up, which I took
as a good omen for the rest of the year. If I got on the "good side" of
this guy, maybe he'd keep others from tormenting me. We got to the hall
the band room was on, and I heard this awesome saxophone-recording going
and smiled. Whoever the band director was, he'd be cool if he listened to
music like this. I wondered who it was, because I didn't recognize the
style.
I glanced at the wall and rolled my eyes. Some girl was running for Student Council President. Girls can't do anything right. Take my dysfunctional sister for example. She was elected president of the student council at our old school and did nothing. She lost the check for the Senior Prom and took the money away from me. My real mother is a drunk who killed herself off with booze. I live with my uncle, and have for the past seven years. In my opinion, girls were good for one thing: having children. I know I'm horribly sexist, but I've never met a worthwhile girl.
We stopped outside of the room where the CD was playing. Justin asked, "What instrument is that? Saxophone, right?" I said, "Yeah. It's a great recording. I wonder who made it."
Brandon gave me a look. "That's no recording. Goes by Niemi, last name, dunno why. Made states since freshman year. That's the best we've got."
I was amazed. I could play like that, but another guy in the same school? Unconceivable. It was awesome. It was more than awesome. This was great. I knocked on the door and opened in it.
My first view of Niemi was a tie-die shirt. He had his back to the door. He was a sort of short guy, with somewhat broad shoulders. He had long, girlish brown, curly hair that hung down to his shoulders. He stopped when I entered and turned around. That's when I realized that Niemi was a girl.
I glanced at the wall and rolled my eyes. Some girl was running for Student Council President. Girls can't do anything right. Take my dysfunctional sister for example. She was elected president of the student council at our old school and did nothing. She lost the check for the Senior Prom and took the money away from me. My real mother is a drunk who killed herself off with booze. I live with my uncle, and have for the past seven years. In my opinion, girls were good for one thing: having children. I know I'm horribly sexist, but I've never met a worthwhile girl.
We stopped outside of the room where the CD was playing. Justin asked, "What instrument is that? Saxophone, right?" I said, "Yeah. It's a great recording. I wonder who made it."
Brandon gave me a look. "That's no recording. Goes by Niemi, last name, dunno why. Made states since freshman year. That's the best we've got."
I was amazed. I could play like that, but another guy in the same school? Unconceivable. It was awesome. It was more than awesome. This was great. I knocked on the door and opened in it.
My first view of Niemi was a tie-die shirt. He had his back to the door. He was a sort of short guy, with somewhat broad shoulders. He had long, girlish brown, curly hair that hung down to his shoulders. He stopped when I entered and turned around. That's when I realized that Niemi was a girl.