I felt like changing the names because they just didn't feel right.
I looked down at the picture I had taken just a few days ago. It was black and white, and very striking, to say the least.
"I look so bad in that picture," he said, while studying the picture.
I replied, "You look so much better in glasses, though."
He put his left hand on my right shoulder and said, "Amanda, there are certain things you just don't do with glasses on."
"Yeah, things we've never done—"
"There's a first time for everything," he said, his voice full of hope.
"...and never will do," I said.
He moved his left hand down to my back, then flipped me so I faced him.
"You so sure about that last part?" he asked.
His blue eyes were searching me for any sign of doubt.
"You're my band director, Mr. Shaw," I sighed. "I'm your student. People like us don't do things like that together."
Sadness filled his eyes.
"I love you," I cooed while rubbing his arms.
His face lit up once again, and he gently tugged at my arm.
"Come on," he said. "We've got to get this music into boxes."
"All right," I said.
As I set the picture down, I took one more look at it. He really did look good in just his glasses and his boxers.