Music class the next day was eventful to say the least. As Roxy strolled in, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt she got many odd looks from her fellow classmates. Checkmatey was one of them
"What you doin' back here?" he asked loudly in indignation "You got expelled ffor tryin' to do me in"
"I've changed. I'm here to help X in the Music Comp. Duh" she smirked by way of reply. She couldn't stand Checkmatey. Rapping was by far the lowest and worst form of music known to mankind.
Warren felt the same about simply singing. There was no point to it if the words didn't flow fast and hit hard.
"Miss Reynard, seeing as you and Warren are so obviously in love with eachother, perhaps you would like to sit with him" their teacher, Mr Taylor announced, to loud laughter from the rest of the class
"You're a comic genious" Roxy muttered, taking a seat next to Checkmatey and getting out a pen and a piece of paper. Instead of listening she jotted down lyrics for a song, as she did in every other class. This was a bird course. The reason she called it a bird course was because she would fly right through it.
Checkmatey leaned over, pushing a strand of his blonde hair out of his eyes as he read what she was writing.
"How can I explain
Everything I feel
It's right to be wrong
When I'm with you
And when I'm scared
It wont be long
'Til my thoughts
Wander to you.
I'm not scared
When you're with me
Even thought I'd never say
You make me feel
Like a someone
Not the shadow I became." Checkmatey went over this in his mind. It wasn't half bad, if he had to be honest. He would never say as much to Roxy though.
The singer in question lifted her gaze to meet his and for a rare moment she smiled, lighting up her eyes. Her smile then died as she spoke to him
"Having fun being nosey?" she asked rhetorically. she hated people reading over her shoulder. It was so irritating!
"Hey, don't start on me again" he snapped defensively
"Just asking" she replied in a mock hurt tone that even the rapped couldn't help but smile at "You know something, you've changed"
"I have?" he inquired, cocking his head slightly to one side
"Yeah, you're not half as annoying" she laughed
"Thanks a lot" he huffed in fake annoyance
Roxy laughed again, her voice ringing like a refined silver bell. her laughed echoed her singing voice; gentle and beautiful. Checkmatey sighed
"So...uh...are you in a band or something?" that was odd. Was Warren Foot actually lost for words?
"Not yet. I need to get a band together at X so we can enter" she shrugged "I dont know if I can do this"
"I play guitar" he revealed with a slight blush "Maybe I could help you" He never admitted his musical skills to anybody! What made Roxy so different!
"Maybe" she nodded "What I need most is support vocals.. Y'know, another singer"
Warren sighed once more, in defeat this time. He would gladly have added a rap, but he knew Roxy hated rapping with a vengeance
"There is something you can do for me though.." she began
"What?" he asked far to quickly
"Get Fillmore off my case!"