Her Eyes;
Chord's P.O.V;
'I soooooo don't want to go to this drama lesson! It will just be people like "ROMEO ROMEO!" why did you sign us up for this Jonathan?' I whined as the bell went signalling I had to move.
'Shut up dude! We would just be slobbing around with no jobs otherwise!' Jonathan basically shouted at me as we gathered our stuff to leave the cafeteria.
'I'm a 23year old guy sat in a room with a bunch of wanna be actresses at the age of 19-20.'
'You love it really, stop moaning chord.'
'Whatever.'
All 4 of us walked as slow as we could down to the drama rooms. I groaned as soon as I saw the door. It's not that I don't like being the band, it's just the fact that so many people in that class are like 'I'm the best' 'no I am' I hate it. As I walked into the room, I just walked straight to my guitar. I plugged in the amp and throw the strap round my neck and just sat there, not paying attention.
Mr Smith, or the guy with the funny moustache as me and the boys call him, was muttering on about how you should take the drama side of the world so seriously. 'I seriously hope this bell rings soon' I thought to myself. I was so bored, I found myself staring into the class. I was just looking at all the students looking at the teacher, taking in all the information. One girl caught my eye, she didn't really look interested, 'I know the feeling' it's not like she could hear me, as I thought it to myself, but I just had to say it. She was so beautiful. She had short brown hair; it just rested on her shoulders. She had a full fringe, it just rested on her eyelids, and she had bright blue eyes. She was just, I cannot even describe it. Everyone was wearing dresses or really smart clothing. But her no, she was wearing a batman jumper, it made me smile, just the fact she is willing to stand out. I was shortly snapped out of my staring by my band mate, Justin, he basically hit me in the face. 'Thanks dickhead.' We had to play music for their singing, great. As we started playing, the girl started to sing. As soon as I knew what I was doing, I went to look up to the girl again, when I realised she was already staring at me. I couldn't help but smile, and I realised she smiled too. I was finally enjoying something about this lesson, when my old wish came true, the bell rang. I sighed to myself as this happened.
I was going to go up to her, but she was forced out by her friend. Yet again, I sighed to myself.
'What's up man?' my other band mate, Noah, asked me.
'Umm, nothing, let's go!'
'Why are we being called back to the drama room?' I asked for like the fifth time on the way down.
'Oh my god bro, for the 7000th time, we forgot to pack our stuff away. You know what Mr Funny Moustache is like!'
I couldn't help but laugh at what Justin just said. I was looking towards the ground while I was walking, my mind just kept tracing my thoughts back to the drama girl, and she was just beautiful. Every time I thought about her, it just made me smile. As I looked up, I collided with someone.
'shit' I muttered under my breath.
I didn't bother to look up to who I hit, I just bent down and helped them with their books. I went to grab the history book, as my hand brushed past the persons, for some reason, it lingered on top, like we were holding hands. I looked up, I couldn't help but smile, when I saw who it was.
'I'm really sorry' I said to her, the drama girl.
'It's okay, it was partly my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going, I was thinking about….' She just stopped her conversation. My friends coughed, that snapped me out of my thoughts.
I grabbed the history book and stood up straight, helping her up too.
'Mine name is Chord by the way,' I out stretched my hand.
'Monica...' she shook my hand back; she had such a beautiful smile on her face.
Yet again my friends coughed. 'I get the point dickheads.'
'I'm really sorry about them, we were on our way to the drama room, but I got side tracked, by, well you,' I said, smiling.
She laughed; it was music to my ears.
'I have to go, but is there any chance I could get your number?'
She nodded, got out a pen and grabbed my hand. She wrote the number on the back of my hand and smiled at me again. As I walked away saying bye, I couldn't help but look back and smile at her. When we were around the corner and out of shot from her, all of my band mates basically threw themselves on top of me congratulating me.
'GET IN THERE BRO!'