**The next day at rehearsal**
**Bridget's POV**
"I'll be right back Tony!" I said running down to the pit. And there he was. Mitch. And he was pulling up wires left and right. "What the hell do you think your doing?" I ran over to him and took the wires he was hold out of his hand.
"This isn't right! You have everything arranged wrong!" he said to me. I looked at him with a look that Tony says can freeze fire. He just glared right back at me.
"NO this is right! This is how it's going to be!"
"This isn't right; you have the clarinets by the tubas!" He took the wires from me and continued pulling up wires.
"Stop it! Do you know how long it takes to lay wires? No you wouldn't you're a bandie!"
"Well at least I'm not a drama bit—"Mitch started
"Mitch! Lake!" Dan screamed coming into the pit. "I can hear you two in the light booth! Lake why is all the wire undone? I told you to do this ages ago! Mitch come with me!" He turned and left, Mitch followed. I growled as I saw him leaving me with all the work and started re-gaffing wire. What a little stage-manger's pet!
**Mitch's POV**
"Mitchy why must you provoke her? I know it was an accident but you just have to let some things go." Dan said.
"I didn't start it she did! I was just re-doing something she did wrong! I was helping!"
"Both of you are not helping. I'm not going to tell the director about this, but you are her co-pit master. And yes you have too. If I find out that you aren't cooperating I will personally kick you out of the show." Dan said turning back to go to the booth. I turned back to go to the pit to make sure the drama girl wasn't messing up on the wiring.
When I got back down there she was already working on putting the wiring down. For the first time I really looked at her. Her brown hair that had escaped her pony tail was falling in her face and her brow was furrowed in concentration. She was crouching in the corner with the roll of tape around her wrist. She had put in Squirrel-Nut-Zippers in the CD player and the jazz was now flowing out of the monitors in the pit.
"You're still not doing it right." I said walking over to her. She stood up. She only came up to my chin but she had a mean presence and carried herself like she was a giant.
"Well if you know so much why aren't you the pit master?" She snapped glaring up at me.
"Dan said I going to help you with it." I said, very sure a smug grin was crossing my face.
"With what?" She mused.
"You are looking at the co-pit master." I gloated knowing that it was making her mad. She stormed out of the pit. I shrugged and started arranging chairs.
**Bridget's POV**
"DAN!!!!" I screamed coming out of the pit. I ran up to the booth and barged in. He was sitting there looking over Barb the light mistress's lighting plot.
"Oh shit" he said standing up and leading me out of the booth.
"He's my Co? Dan! This isn't fair!"
"Lake how many times do I have told you? LIFE ISN'T FAIR! Now go back down there and run wires you and Mitch can't leave until it's done!" I gaped at him like a fool. He couldn't do this to me! It's wasn't fair! I turned on my heel and stormed back down to the pit. Mitch was standing there grinning like an idiot. I glared at him.
"Fine, if you have to be my co let's just stay away from each other and get this done as quickly as possible." I snatched the gaff from him and began wiring my way.
"Bridget! Stop please. You're wiring all wrong. You are putting the most microphones with the percussion section. We don't need it. We're loud enough as it is. Put it over by the wood winds. There are fewer of them and they need to be heard." Mitch went on explaining about all the sections of the band. I listened intently adding comments when I was confused. I think it was the first time I ever really listened to some one.
"Okay. So all the chairs are in the right places and now we're ready to wire." I said grabbing a roll of XLR cable. Mitch grabbed the gaff tape and pulled out one long piece of tape. "WOAH! Stop! Shorter pieces. We're wiring on the perimeter which doesn't get bumped a lot we only need a piece every few inches. But when wires are crossing the pit, those we will need to reinforce with longer pieces."
He began ripping the large piece of tape into smaller pieces while I laid the wire on the floor along the edge of the pit. Then my favorite song came on. I closed my eyes and started singing softly along with it.
"All the time
I'm finding ways to make things
Fall in line
I know
How tricky things can be.
But I really do believe that
You are mine
And all the stars are there
Before us
Listen here
Some things are meant to be
Try to take it slow
Try to loose control
But I'll tell you what the trick is
What you get is what you had
To give away
When I learned I found my eyes
Were opened
Long ago, I had a dream
That quickly faded
Goes to show
How tricky dreams can be
But wouldn't you agree that
Those who know
Will whisper when they see us
Walking, "There's a love that's always meant to be."
I opened my eyes and started back on my work. I looked up to see him staring at me.
"What?"
"Good jazz." Mitch said looking at me. For the first time when I was around him I smiled not a smirk but a genuine smile.
"You like Squirrel Nut Zippers?"
"Hell yeah!" I grinned and went back to work.
"So...you're a freshman? How long have you been doing drama?" I looked up from my wiring at him.
"Since the 6th grade, I was a stage manager for the shows in middle school. So your in band, how is that working out for you?"
"I'm in Drum Line, and I'm the captain. That's a big thing for a sophomore. Of course it helps that Dan was in band his freshman year and now I'm carrying on the tradition."
"Dan was in band? That's really funny, yet it explains why he is always telling me to be nice to you people."
"The rivalry is kinda stupid don't you think?" he stated.
"Well I have known it no other way neither has anyone else. Changing things couldn't happen because there is always those people that are close minded. And will never change. Just like the rivalry between the jocks and the honors society. It's like freaking oil and water. They just don't mix." I said.
He stood, and walked over to me.
"Well Bridget what do you say we bury the rivalry? We're obviously going to be spending a lot of time together so let's just try to get along. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand I took it. I gave a little laugh and got back to work.
**Bridget's POV**
"I'll be right back Tony!" I said running down to the pit. And there he was. Mitch. And he was pulling up wires left and right. "What the hell do you think your doing?" I ran over to him and took the wires he was hold out of his hand.
"This isn't right! You have everything arranged wrong!" he said to me. I looked at him with a look that Tony says can freeze fire. He just glared right back at me.
"NO this is right! This is how it's going to be!"
"This isn't right; you have the clarinets by the tubas!" He took the wires from me and continued pulling up wires.
"Stop it! Do you know how long it takes to lay wires? No you wouldn't you're a bandie!"
"Well at least I'm not a drama bit—"Mitch started
"Mitch! Lake!" Dan screamed coming into the pit. "I can hear you two in the light booth! Lake why is all the wire undone? I told you to do this ages ago! Mitch come with me!" He turned and left, Mitch followed. I growled as I saw him leaving me with all the work and started re-gaffing wire. What a little stage-manger's pet!
**Mitch's POV**
"Mitchy why must you provoke her? I know it was an accident but you just have to let some things go." Dan said.
"I didn't start it she did! I was just re-doing something she did wrong! I was helping!"
"Both of you are not helping. I'm not going to tell the director about this, but you are her co-pit master. And yes you have too. If I find out that you aren't cooperating I will personally kick you out of the show." Dan said turning back to go to the booth. I turned back to go to the pit to make sure the drama girl wasn't messing up on the wiring.
When I got back down there she was already working on putting the wiring down. For the first time I really looked at her. Her brown hair that had escaped her pony tail was falling in her face and her brow was furrowed in concentration. She was crouching in the corner with the roll of tape around her wrist. She had put in Squirrel-Nut-Zippers in the CD player and the jazz was now flowing out of the monitors in the pit.
"You're still not doing it right." I said walking over to her. She stood up. She only came up to my chin but she had a mean presence and carried herself like she was a giant.
"Well if you know so much why aren't you the pit master?" She snapped glaring up at me.
"Dan said I going to help you with it." I said, very sure a smug grin was crossing my face.
"With what?" She mused.
"You are looking at the co-pit master." I gloated knowing that it was making her mad. She stormed out of the pit. I shrugged and started arranging chairs.
**Bridget's POV**
"DAN!!!!" I screamed coming out of the pit. I ran up to the booth and barged in. He was sitting there looking over Barb the light mistress's lighting plot.
"Oh shit" he said standing up and leading me out of the booth.
"He's my Co? Dan! This isn't fair!"
"Lake how many times do I have told you? LIFE ISN'T FAIR! Now go back down there and run wires you and Mitch can't leave until it's done!" I gaped at him like a fool. He couldn't do this to me! It's wasn't fair! I turned on my heel and stormed back down to the pit. Mitch was standing there grinning like an idiot. I glared at him.
"Fine, if you have to be my co let's just stay away from each other and get this done as quickly as possible." I snatched the gaff from him and began wiring my way.
"Bridget! Stop please. You're wiring all wrong. You are putting the most microphones with the percussion section. We don't need it. We're loud enough as it is. Put it over by the wood winds. There are fewer of them and they need to be heard." Mitch went on explaining about all the sections of the band. I listened intently adding comments when I was confused. I think it was the first time I ever really listened to some one.
"Okay. So all the chairs are in the right places and now we're ready to wire." I said grabbing a roll of XLR cable. Mitch grabbed the gaff tape and pulled out one long piece of tape. "WOAH! Stop! Shorter pieces. We're wiring on the perimeter which doesn't get bumped a lot we only need a piece every few inches. But when wires are crossing the pit, those we will need to reinforce with longer pieces."
He began ripping the large piece of tape into smaller pieces while I laid the wire on the floor along the edge of the pit. Then my favorite song came on. I closed my eyes and started singing softly along with it.
"All the time
I'm finding ways to make things
Fall in line
I know
How tricky things can be.
But I really do believe that
You are mine
And all the stars are there
Before us
Listen here
Some things are meant to be
Try to take it slow
Try to loose control
But I'll tell you what the trick is
What you get is what you had
To give away
When I learned I found my eyes
Were opened
Long ago, I had a dream
That quickly faded
Goes to show
How tricky dreams can be
But wouldn't you agree that
Those who know
Will whisper when they see us
Walking, "There's a love that's always meant to be."
I opened my eyes and started back on my work. I looked up to see him staring at me.
"What?"
"Good jazz." Mitch said looking at me. For the first time when I was around him I smiled not a smirk but a genuine smile.
"You like Squirrel Nut Zippers?"
"Hell yeah!" I grinned and went back to work.
"So...you're a freshman? How long have you been doing drama?" I looked up from my wiring at him.
"Since the 6th grade, I was a stage manager for the shows in middle school. So your in band, how is that working out for you?"
"I'm in Drum Line, and I'm the captain. That's a big thing for a sophomore. Of course it helps that Dan was in band his freshman year and now I'm carrying on the tradition."
"Dan was in band? That's really funny, yet it explains why he is always telling me to be nice to you people."
"The rivalry is kinda stupid don't you think?" he stated.
"Well I have known it no other way neither has anyone else. Changing things couldn't happen because there is always those people that are close minded. And will never change. Just like the rivalry between the jocks and the honors society. It's like freaking oil and water. They just don't mix." I said.
He stood, and walked over to me.
"Well Bridget what do you say we bury the rivalry? We're obviously going to be spending a lot of time together so let's just try to get along. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand I took it. I gave a little laugh and got back to work.
