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IGNORE THE GRAMMAR MISTAKES.
Disclaimer: I don't even know what AnE is. Really.
I brushed my teeth, poured some water into my mouth, and spit it out onto the ground. I was probably the only person in camp that didn't use the bathroom to get my teeth and face cleaned. Sure, I took showers everyday, but I preferred staring at the wilderness rather than at myself in the mirror when I was brushing my teeth.
The usual flavor of mint filled my throat and I smiled to myself. The air was a bit chilly, but I stood there, trying to devour as much air as I can. Some bits of the hangover lingered in my head, making it hurt, but I decided I should ignore it. I chose not to go to sleep after drinking out with all of my friends, because I knew I'd look like living death at the choosing ceremony.
The Camp had a strict policy about arts. Not only were they doing a great job on a fun camp for kids, but they raised a generation of artists of all range. That's why on the second day of camp, you draw out a name out of a silver bowl in front of the camp Leader and have to study with him for the rest of camp. Unfortunately, as there were a lot of vocalists, us, who are learning to play some particular instrument, have to pick the paper and make a team of two. Me, I loved to make music with some other person. It was part of entertainment, of course.
I got chills from thinking about the possibilities of having a great singer by my side. Once you pair up with someone – there's no turning back. You can't just go and switch. Once, I was paired up with Shiemi, she wanted to switch, because she thought I was scary. Thank god, eventually, we became friends. The best of friends, to be exact.
I cleaned my face and my lips with a fresh towel and went back inside my cottage. There was a ruckus around, because of people trying to wash themselves in the shower. I saw Bon standing in the line, yawning and looking quite pleased with himself.
"Oy, Rin!" He shouts when he sees me. I smile and walk up to him.
"Hey, there. I see you had a great time yesterday!"
He smirked at me and yawned again.
"Beatrice, that girl I was flirting with all night long, she gave me her number. I might be in love with her!"
I punched his side.
"You said that about 15 girls so far. Different ones, dude."
"This is the ooone!" He mourned and laughed. "Rin, stop interfering with my love life and go find yourself a girl, really."
I waved at him and walked up the stairs. I went in my room and found some fresh clothes to put on. I shoved my t-shirt and pants onto my bed and started dressing myself with a pair of black jeans and a shirt with "RED" band logo on it. I ruffled my hair a bit and took my guitar.
It was a 10 minute walk to reach the auditorium. It was no ordinary auditorium – this one was open to the skies and sunlight. I always loved performing here at night, when the stars are high up in the sky. It makes the performance magical in every way possible.
I clutched my guitar when I saw a dozen of people standing near the entrance. I thought I was the only one walking up here so early.
I sat behind a tall tree and dozed off somewhere until I heard a familiar voice in my ear. I freaked out and looked to my right. Shiemi was laughing and pointing at me, while nearly falling on her butt.
"Damnit, woman, what are you thinking!"
"You should've seen the look on your face, priceless!"
"Don't choke yourself!" I laughed and attacked her with my famous tickling hug. We were laughing and giggling like 12 year olds, when someone jumped straight on us and started snorting out of laughter too. Judging from weight, it was Bon.
The three of us were having a great time, making fun of each other and living it up.
"And I thought you grew up, Okumura. Tsk tsk tsk."
Quickly, I sat up and stared at the person in front of us.
"Renzou, how unexpected." I stood up and cleaned my hands into my jeans. Bon helped Shiemi up.
"Shima, I thought we talked about this." Bon said with a serious face.
Shima took a quick glance at me and shook his head.
"Alright, alright, I'll buzz off. See you guys at the Choosing ceremony." He waved off and I turned to Bon.
"Talked about what?"
"About bullying you." He answered, looking straight into my eyes. "I asked him to stop being so rude to you."
"He's not doing a pretty good job, as I see."
Shiemi took my hand and smiled.
"Rin, forget about it, let's just go, they're letting us in!"
She was right. People were going trough the gates into the auditorium. My heart leaped a few times.
Konekomaru caught up with us at the gates, panting. He was a skilled drummer, so I imagined him trying to pack his gear up, but he didn't manage to bring them up here. I thanked the skies that I only had a guitar.
The four of us found seats in the middle of the chattering crowd, excited just as everyone else was.
I was thinking about my pair. Who will it be? Will I be able to tolerate him or her?
After everyone settled, our Leader, Shura Kirigakure, stepped up the aisle and clapped into the microphone.
"Welcome, Campers!"
Everyone cheered and clapped for her. I couldn't keep my eyes off her boobs. Every year they seemed bigger and bigger.
She went on talking about the rules of our Camp, explaining our routine to newcomers and poiting out new changes in camp to veterans. I whistled when she told us that the recording studio was upgraded this year, so we wouldn't have to worry about the ceiling falling on our heads anymore.
"And kids, the last announcement before choosing your partners." She smiled at us. The auditorium fell in silence.
"This year there's going to be a little change in partnership. Due to talent scouts of this year, we're going to form…" We held our breaths in. This kind of thing never happened before. "Bands of 5 people."
"What?" I murmured in awe. A band? My own band?
The silence was broken. Everyone I knew were chatting with happiness in their faces and voices.
Shura made us silent once again.
"A team of leaders decided the band must consist of one vocalist and four instrumental talents. I was pretty surprised that a lot of children who play some kind of an instrument, signed up for this camp this season. Which means that there is more than enough people!" She announced. "Also, we have decided on group leaders, too. Those who are called, please step onto the stage and draw out your members out of these bowls."
Shura pointed at two silver bowls. One for vocalists, the other for instrumental talents.
The choosing began. I was a bit sad when Shiemi got chosen by Danny. Shiemi was a skilled vocalist, that's why Danny knew he was in luck. I pouted, waiting for my own name drawn from the bowl, but that moment never came, because the next name, after 24 others, was mine.
My body stiffened.
Me? A group leader?
Bon punched me in the back, making me get up from my seat and go up the aisle. Shura patted my shoulder and lead me to the bowls. I gulped a few times and thought about how lucky I was to finally form my own band. My only concern now was the members.
I decided I should start with the instrument talents. I reached up the bowl, taking out one piece of paper at a time, not looking who it was. After looking at them, I felt a bit happy.
"Cody Malleck, Carter Woll and Matt Newmark, please come up the stage!" I shouted out and saw three guys standing up and racing each other on the aisle. I knew all of them only from their looks and their abilities, but I was happy. They were a good choice.
They shook my hands and waited for me to draw out the last name.
My hand was trembling. Please, be a good vocalist, please.
I took the name out.
And then shock took place in my brain.
Shima Renzou.
I stared at the crowd, which was humming with loud chattering. Everyone knew me and Shima were enemies from the very start, so this suddenly become very entertaining for other people.
Shima facepalmed himself and ran up to us.
I was standing there, my mouth open and staring at the pink-haired one, who was waving at his friends.
"Take good care of me, oh, master!" He bowed down to me and I snapped out of my trance.
"How the fuck did I manage to draw out your name, out of all the vocalists in this camp!" I shouted at Shima, when our whole band was sitting near the lake on the grass.
"It isn't my fault that mister raven haired can't fucking choose a vocalist he can actually stand." He snorted while violating the grass with his shoe.
I sighed.
"Whatever. We can't change anything anyway, so it's best for us to just go with it."
"I'm not taking any orders from you." Shima stared at me.
I saw that Cody, Carter and Matt were looking at each other uncomfortably. I gave them an encouraging smile.
"Sorry to break this to you, princess, but I'm in charge of this band. Do you want us to be scouted, or not?"
"I'd rather be eaten by a pack of wolves than play in a band with you, Okumura. But, for the sake of this camp, I'll do it. Even if we do get scouted, I advise you to start looking for a new vocalist."
"Fine."
"Fine."
Shima got up and walked away.
"Don't forget, tomorrow we have band practice at 12!" I shouted.
"I'll be there as soon as my vocal class is over." He shouted back.
"Asshole." I said.
"I heard that!"
Cody shook his head.
"I can't believe it. I'm in a band with two people I admire the most, and they hate each others guts!"
Carter nudged him and laughed. I scratched the back of my head.
"Alright, then, it's settled. Tomorrow at 12. We will discuss everything there, okay? I'm still feeling a bit hungover after last night, might as well go and get some normal sleep."
Matt gave me an approving look and the three of them went to their cottages.
As soon as I reached my room, I didn't want to see anyone or think about what happened today. I wanted to forget about Shima and the world.
And then I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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