Epilogue: Mistake
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A/N: I love you guys (happy tears) Really :)
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8th grade.
Had been a bitter sweet year.
And now as their home room teacher handed them their promotion certificates.
They noticed one person who was not in the room.
"Shane? Has anyone seen Shane?"
No one even knew who he was.
She sighed putting his in the back.
And she continued to sift through the certificates.
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Shane was sitting in the office with his mom.
Trying to convince her to let him sign up for the annual park show.
"Shane, Id rather you not."
"Mom, come on please! Ive been miserable here. Just let me do this one thing to make me happy."
"Shane, next year is high school. Youll love it. And even if I do say yes to let you go do this odd thing then how do you even know youll win?"
He smirked.
"Your still pissed I didnt sign up for orchestra!"
She sighed.
"Shane, you know that I love that you enjoy music, but why couldnt you have learned classical?"
"Because classical gets you NO WHERE in life Mom! Thats why the damn composers are dead!"
She sighed.
"Fine Shane, but I can already tell you right now, that if you want to forget about High School and become a musician you are making a mistake."
"Whatever."
And he stormed out of the office.