AN: Chaptre 4... I am eating a cookie with raisins in it right now... even though I hate raisins.Yaaaaaaa!!! That was really random. Enjoy the next chappie of The Messed Up Life of a BandOrch Kid. : ) I hope you all like it.

The words Mr Larsson spoke to me in his office didn't seem to want to leave my head.

'You need to get your act together.' The words rang in ny head over and over again, after my last failure. Eric had always told me that if you don't succeed try again but, for some reason there was no inspiration for me to try. I got up quickly and walked to my case. A mixture of Larsson's words and Eric's were driving me crazy. I put the cello away and left it on the stage. I ran down the aisles to the exit and flung the door open. I was surprised that the sky was getting dark already.

How long have I been in there? I looked at my watch and was surprised to find that it read 6:19. I had been sitting in there for two and a half hours. My mom would be calling soon. I didn't care though, the call would just have to wait. I knew what I had to do. For the fourth time in my life I was making my way down to the football field. Get my act together, that was what I had to do and I knew that if I was going to do that I would have to be able to see what I wanted the most just one more time.

The school campus was completely deserted. There was no light coming from any of the classrooms at all. The only thing lighting my path was the stadium lights and they were drawing me to them like a moth to fire.

I went towards the side of the entrance so whoever was on the field would not be able to see me. I hopped over a fence and gracelessly fell on the ground below me. It really hurt too. It would probably leave a bruise. Whatever, at least today I would have a better view from the side of the stands which were much closer to the actual field.

Instead of the whole band being there only two men stood on the astroturf. One of them I recognised as being Mr L and the other I remembered from the first practice as the soloist. The boy had light blonde hair and the whitest skin I had ever seen. It was even lighter than mine! I noticed he had a good three inches over Larsson's already tall height. I wish I could have seen his eyes but, something told me that if I saw them I would never be able to look away. Now that I could see him out of his uniform I saw that he was... totally hot. Not that he didn't look fine in the uniform too.

Mr Larsson was holding the boys horn and was demonstrating a few things with it, while rolling his feet, the whole while the boy nodding. I wasn't close enough to hear what they were saying. Mr Larsson handed the boy his horn and backed up a few paces. The boy held the horn up and got ready to play, letting a moments pause rise in anticipation before holding out his first note. At first it was shaky but, he readjusted his mouth and tried again letting one very solid note carry across the night sky. It grew and grew into a very beautifully woven song that carried my mind on many idealistic adventures. It felt like the song knew everything about me and was telling me, my whole lifes story. I slowly appeared from my hiding spot, enraptured with the music, and walked closer to the chainlink fence. I twined the metal around my fingers and pressed my head against the cool fence and closed my eyes, just listening to the music. It stopped too soon for me though. Much too soon. I reopened my eyes trying to commit the song to memory before it faded, and stared across the field, forgetting that I was in plain sight.

Mr Larsson jumped in and started talking as soon as the last note faded, throwing in his own criticism. In my opinion it was perfect, not worthy of having Mr Larsson's words sully it. The boy listened carefully to his comments though, looking down at his feet and concentrating on his toes. His eyes slowly wandered up and he spotted me. We locked eyes and he froze. Mr Larsson stopped talking when he realised he had lost the boy's attention. He followed his students line of sight and saw me too.

I really didn't care that they had seen me. In a way it was easier than having to explain all of this in words to Mr L. I gave Mr Larsson a small smile and mouthed the word 'thank you' to the both of them. He nodded his head in understanding. I think he actually was able to see what I had been going through and I watched as all of the puzzle pieces I layed out for him began to fit together in his mind. The boy looked between us in confusion. It just made him even more cute. Finally content with myself I just walked away, I didn't run, just simply walked away. There was no need to run away anymore.

'So that's what your problem is.' I thought as I watched her leave, still a little bewildered by her sudden appearance.

"What was she doing here? Isn't she one of your orchestra students?" My student asked, gripping his horn tighter.

"I don't know what she was doing here." I lied, not bothering to answer the second question, "Let's get back to work so we can both go home."

He hesitated a bit. I knew he was smart enough to know that I wasn't letting on but, I didn't have to tell him everything, now did I? I watched as he brought his horn to his lips again and got ready for another run through.

I walked back up to the theatre where I had left my things. I found all of my stuff pushed into the corner, my school bag resting on the chair I had used. I checked through MY bag to make sure nothing was missing and took out my cell.

The screen said, "Eight Missed Calls." I flipped down to the menu and entered the missed calls.

"Mom, mom, mom, mom, Eric, Mom, Mom, Mom. " I read to myself.

Shit! I better call home to let my mom know I'm not dead.

The phone rang once before the phone picked up.

"Hello?" My mom's voice carried over the phone.

"Hey mom."

"Where were you? I called like twenty times." She said,

"Actually it was seven and I was wondering if you could come pick me up at school. I stayed after to practice and lost track of time." I told her, feeling a bit guilty about worrying her.

"Okay, next time just call before hand." She told me, hanging up the phone. I stuffed my cell in my bag and grabbed my things. I turned the lights off so the janitors wouldn't have to do it themselves and walked outside. The theatre entrance was right next to the orchestra and I really didn't want to have a run in with my teacher at the moment. I thought my being at the field was self explanatory enough without me having to tell him. I rushed past the room and into the upperclassmens parking lot where my mom would most likely pick me up.

"So do you want to tell me who the girl is now?" The boy asked, joking with me. We were done practicing and making our way back up to the music room.

"Not really." I told the boy, trying to keep Fia's life private.

"O-oooh, I get it... a girlfriend." He said, smiling widely. Yeah as if that would happen. The thought of the picture came to mind and I wondered if he had posted it. I took a look at him and decided that it wasn't him. Kevin may joke around but, he wouldn't harm another person. Would he?

"Heh-heh, you wish." I said, with obviously false laughter. "I know the band is trying to get me hooked up with every other woman they see but, students don't count."

"So she is in the orchestra." Kevin said, hiding his reaction.

"What makes you say that?" I said, trying to play my cards right.

"Well she isn't in the band." He pointed out.

... "I'm getting too old for this job. My students are outsmarting me. How many years until I can retire?" I asked myself, half meaning it half joking. Kevin just stared at me waiting for an answer, "Yes, she is in the orchestra. Happy?

"Then..."

"No more questions. It's none of your business." I said, trying to make it sound final.

"I could just bother her about it." Kevin told me.

"No you won't because if you do you won't be playing the mellophone solo at our performances." I said, putting my finger to my lip, as if I were thinking, "I bet Kelly would do good with the solo.

"You wouldn't do that. You and I both know Kelly can't play for crap." He told me. He was right of course but, it was still fun to tease him.

"Language." I said, catching his swear word and giving him a warning, "And yes, I would give her your position."

"Ok fine I won't bother her." Kevin said, we both walked into the music room, I went into my office and Kevin walked into the locker rooms.

I heard him mutter to himself as the door closed, "Geeze, what makes her so important?"

Nothing besides the fact that she has the right to her own privacy, I thought to myself.

AN: Now that Fia's problem is totally out in the open with Larsson what will happen next... hmmmmmm read to find out. I wonder if Kevin maybe had something to do with the picture. So for this chapter I decided to go more towards the POV's of other people besides just Fia. Well tell me what you think by review.