School was different after that night. The band members started to hang out with me, and my old friends were starting to drift away. I didn't know who the true friends were though. They both had deserted me at one point in time.
The band and I practiced almost every night, to ensue that we would be good enough for when the audition came. Zack's arm was still healing, but he wouldn't be able to play for at least another month. With the audition in less the 2 weeks away, there was no possible way that Zack would be healed in time.
The band still didn't know about my secretive past, and I didn't plan on telling them either. They accepted me as I was, so there was no point in trying to explain the other side of me.
Everything was going along fine, until one night, something strange had happened. I walked to Freddie's garage, just like I always did, but this time, no one else was there. It was just Freddie, sitting alone. He had his head buried in his hands, which were resting on his knees. He looked depressed, as if something bad had happened.
I cleared my throat so he would know I was there. His head jerked up a bit. "Oh, hey."
"Where is everyone?" I had asked.
"I guess you never got the memo. Practice is cancelled tonight. Sorry." Freddie then put his head back into his hands and looked towards the ground.
I was given the impression that I should leave, but I was still curious upon the whole situation. "Sorry, but why is it cancelled?"
"Oh, uh..." He paused for a few seconds, trying to think of something. "Equipment malfunction. I need to spend time fixing it tonight."
There was no way that I was going to buy this story, but it appeared as if everyone else did. I didn't want to be too nosy, but I knew that something wasn't right. "Freddie" I had said in a concerned tone, "what happened?"
After a long pause, he then picked up his head and looked at me. I knew right away that something was wrong. His face appeared as if he was crying, but tried to wipe away the tears. "I screwed up..."
The band and I practiced almost every night, to ensue that we would be good enough for when the audition came. Zack's arm was still healing, but he wouldn't be able to play for at least another month. With the audition in less the 2 weeks away, there was no possible way that Zack would be healed in time.
The band still didn't know about my secretive past, and I didn't plan on telling them either. They accepted me as I was, so there was no point in trying to explain the other side of me.
Everything was going along fine, until one night, something strange had happened. I walked to Freddie's garage, just like I always did, but this time, no one else was there. It was just Freddie, sitting alone. He had his head buried in his hands, which were resting on his knees. He looked depressed, as if something bad had happened.
I cleared my throat so he would know I was there. His head jerked up a bit. "Oh, hey."
"Where is everyone?" I had asked.
"I guess you never got the memo. Practice is cancelled tonight. Sorry." Freddie then put his head back into his hands and looked towards the ground.
I was given the impression that I should leave, but I was still curious upon the whole situation. "Sorry, but why is it cancelled?"
"Oh, uh..." He paused for a few seconds, trying to think of something. "Equipment malfunction. I need to spend time fixing it tonight."
There was no way that I was going to buy this story, but it appeared as if everyone else did. I didn't want to be too nosy, but I knew that something wasn't right. "Freddie" I had said in a concerned tone, "what happened?"
After a long pause, he then picked up his head and looked at me. I knew right away that something was wrong. His face appeared as if he was crying, but tried to wipe away the tears. "I screwed up..."