"Argh, man, 9am already?" I complained as I trudged out of bed. I plopped
down the stairs and was greeted by my mother cheerfully making eggs and
toast for me. "Thanks for the grub Mom. By the way, how long is practice
supposed to be?" I asked her, fully unaware that I woke up too early,
because Mom was so kind as to inform me that "Oh, practice isnt until 5:30.
I just thought I'd make you breakfast!"
I nearly choked.
So I finished my eggs and went to get dressed and cleaned up. I was bored so I busted out my clarinet and played a few tunes that I knew by heart. I was even more bored doing that, so I decided to go chat with some friends on AOL.
MusicalGrl8: hey jeremy cixelsid15: hey MusicalGrl8: whats up cixelsid15: nm, you? MusicalGrl8: same. i have my first band practice today cixelsid15: one time at band camp. MusicalGrl8: shut up jeremy( cixelsid15: im just kidding MusicalGrl8: well hey, I have to go, practice is about to start. cyas, *hugs* cixelsid15: cya
I signed off, went to get my clarinet, and waited for my ride.
Once I arrived, I saw some of my old friends. "Hey Cassie!" Adrienne said, waving. I waved back and walked over. "Hey guys! Addy, how was Mexico?" I asked Adrienne. "Hot. But really nice. How's Eric?" she asked. I rolled my eyes. I prefer not to talk about that phsyco stalker freak. Just as I was about to vent about him, in walks Mr. Parks, the band director. "Hey guys, let's have a seat and talk for a minute. Now I know that." and he went on his little beginning of the year spiel. That's when I saw him. Tall, light brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, not fat, but not too skinny, muscular. He had a beautiful smile. I noticed that he was also carrying a clarinet. Enter annoying trumpet player. "Cassie, put your eyes back in your head, hahaha," Nick Held laughed. I smacked him on the back of the head. It wasn't until band camp when I managed to talk to him.
I nearly choked.
So I finished my eggs and went to get dressed and cleaned up. I was bored so I busted out my clarinet and played a few tunes that I knew by heart. I was even more bored doing that, so I decided to go chat with some friends on AOL.
MusicalGrl8: hey jeremy cixelsid15: hey MusicalGrl8: whats up cixelsid15: nm, you? MusicalGrl8: same. i have my first band practice today cixelsid15: one time at band camp. MusicalGrl8: shut up jeremy( cixelsid15: im just kidding MusicalGrl8: well hey, I have to go, practice is about to start. cyas, *hugs* cixelsid15: cya
I signed off, went to get my clarinet, and waited for my ride.
Once I arrived, I saw some of my old friends. "Hey Cassie!" Adrienne said, waving. I waved back and walked over. "Hey guys! Addy, how was Mexico?" I asked Adrienne. "Hot. But really nice. How's Eric?" she asked. I rolled my eyes. I prefer not to talk about that phsyco stalker freak. Just as I was about to vent about him, in walks Mr. Parks, the band director. "Hey guys, let's have a seat and talk for a minute. Now I know that." and he went on his little beginning of the year spiel. That's when I saw him. Tall, light brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, not fat, but not too skinny, muscular. He had a beautiful smile. I noticed that he was also carrying a clarinet. Enter annoying trumpet player. "Cassie, put your eyes back in your head, hahaha," Nick Held laughed. I smacked him on the back of the head. It wasn't until band camp when I managed to talk to him.