Who we really are…
Ryan walked into the office of her new school, feelings of anticipation and excitement ran wild within her body. Smiling brightly she walked up to the lady behind the desk.
Moments later she walked out with her schedule in hand and shaky confidence. She had arrived early to find her classes and to audition in person for her new band director. Walking past the labyrinth of hallways she finally found her new home; the band room. Pulling open the door, she closed her eyes sending a prayer before she could see the new room. Walking in she smiled, yes, it was for sure a band room. Percussion equipment was scattered in some orderly fashion, neat chair in perfect rows with stands neatly behind them. "Looks like I never let home." Giggling in amusement at the similar feeling.
"That's always a great feeling to have." The new band director smiled at her. Walking up and extending her hand she smiled "My name is Ryan Miryuo, I am the student from Arizona."
"Ah yes. I am Mr. Richeau. You are quite early, I hope that you are ready to play for me." He smiled at the student that stood in front of him. Nodding her head she replied ."Well, as you know my old band director says, when you are on time, you are late. To be on time you must be at least 15 minutes early."
Laughing at the saying he knew so well from his college. "Come into my office and let's see how you sound." Following him into the band office she smiled at the pictures of other staff and students. Sitting down in an extra chair she plopped her backpack next to her and then carefully set her large cylinder case down. Undoing the clasps, zippers, and other attachments that held the case close, she poped opened revealing a beautiful dark wood bassoon.
Later
Students were scattered all over the band room, all had the same question running through their minds that morning however. Why was the band office locked when someone was in there, for it was never locked. Belling ringing, the signal for class to start, the band looked dumfounded at the band office door waiting for their conductor to come out. Moments after awkward silence the door opened.
Richeau smiled at his students "Sorry about the small scare, I knew was happening out here, with the door being locked." Murmurs rippled through the room at his apology. Smiling with a fatherly softness he spoke "Now I would like to introduce our new Bassoonist, Ryan; who comes from Arizona." Stepping out of the office, the band kids saw the new bassoon player.
Brown hair pulled up in to a loose ponytail, whips of hair framed her face as she smiled at them; brown eyes twinkling with mirth. She moved closer to Mr. Richeau, giving everyone a good look at her lean and muscular body in her rolled up jeans and her long sleeve shirt.
"Hello." She spoke to the band in a friendly and forward fashion. "Hi!" A hyper percussionist piped up in the back. Smiling Richeau nodded toward his band "Now how about we play some?" Making her way to her seat within the mist of the band She sat next to the two other bassoons. Leaning over his bassoon a guy smiled "I am Alec nice to meet yea…so what chair are you going to be?" "First" she said blushing with embarssment for dropping the word any musician does not like to hear. Shrugging his shoulders he smiled "cool."
End of Chapter 1
Note: so how was that? I promise more to come its slow in the beginning I admit but introductions are hard. So review are liked!