A few days later, after many pieces of Halls were ingested, and many bottles of cough syrup were drunk, Faolen was well enough to take Galinda on a midnight stroll through the park.

I think this is pretty romantic, if I do say so myself! I'm a genius. She's bound to forgive me now… though I still don't know what the heck I even did.

Galinda had been acting a little distant ever since the day in the foyer; not laughing at his jokes, sitting further away from him, and the most distinct trait, he thought, was that her smiles seemed forced.

"So, Galinda, how've you been?"

"Good I guess. Why are we here again?"

"Well, I thought you'd enjoy some alone time with me. Just the two of us."

"Why?"

"Because I like spending time with you of course!" Faolen was slightly confused; he had thought that Galinda would be practically leaping into his arms by now.

He likes spending time with me…could that mean that maybe…no! I can't think like that!

"And because we're dating right?"

…Not really…you know that Faolen.

"Of course."

"Is there something wrong?"

"No."

Faolen shuffled uncomfortably, this wasn't going as planned.

"Did I ever tell you how you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen? They're super duper blue, and pretty." He gave her a thumbs up.

Why is he doing this? He knows I like him, I know he's gay. Why is he being so cruel?

"And you have the most perfect golden curls I've ever seen."

Could he actually…No, don't wish, don't start.

"I'm actually so happy I met you." His voice was dead serious.

Wishing only wounds the heart…

"Faolen, stop."

"What?"

"You know what."

No I don't, I'm just stating the truth…oh no, could I be falling for Galinda?

"No?"

"Just stop."

The Blonde walked away, leaving Faolen alone with his thoughts.

"Uh, I'll see you tomorrow then! Or later today, technically! Look, its tomorrow! Or…today?" But she was already gone.

Smooth. Smooth Faolen. Oh, I suck at this. And I'm confused; I thought I was gay…what's going on? Maybe I'm not…or is the correct term bi? Hell no, I think I'm straight! What the Oz happened to me?

Faolen walked back to his dorm deep in thought, he snapped back to reality once he realized that he forgot his keys.

Oh, Avaric's gonna kill me.

He tentatively knocked on the door, Avaric opened it rubbing his eyes and drowsily mumbling to himself.

"Hey, Av."

He quickly focused on Faolen.

"Uh…can you move out of the way so I can come in?"

Avaric calmly walked up to him, and punched him square in the jaw. Faolen stumbled backwards.

"Ow! What the heck was that for?"

"For making me get up at-" He checked his watch, "Two thirty four in the morning! Asshole."

Faolen cupped his mouth in pain.

"Get your ass in here." Growled Avaric as he walked back into the dorm.

Faolen changed his clothes and collapsed into his bed, staring at the ceiling that Avaric painted a shade of blue.

I like blue… He thought as he drifted to sleep.

Faolen woke up the next morning unexplainably giddy; something big was going to happen today, he could feel it. He had called Galinda and told her that he would be picking her up at eight, they'd be going on a date just off Shiz grounds; to a fancy restaurant called the Gilded Truffle. The Blond was sitting in his seat, practically bouncing up in down in anticipation as the conductor tormented the bass section.

"You people suck! My grandmother could play better than you! And she's blind with an arm missing!"

"This gets heavy alright?" Shouted the tuba player.

"HEAVY? You want to talk to me about heavy? The burden of carrying the shame of this orchestra is heavy! You shut the hell up and do some push ups if it's heavy! In fact, drop down and give me fifty! Right now!"

"No! I quit!" Yelled the tuba player back, "You're crazy! Crazy I say!"

"You can't quit! You're fired! Get the hell out before I call Madame Morrible down! You, sir, have just failed this class! Good day!" He screamed as he snapped his baton in half.

The ex-tuba player ran out of the room.

"Calm down!" Exclaimed Boq, "You just fired the tuba! And there's only one tuba! WE HAVE NO TUBA!

"Quiet! This is my orchestra, and I'm your teacher, you will show me respect!And if it's that important to you, you're our new tuba!"

"But I'm a violinist!"

"NOT ANY MORE PUNK. GET YOUR ASS ON TUBA."

Boq sulked as he walked toward the brass section.

"And you, violins! Move over a chair, you're all promoted by one!"

Faolen moved over a chair as he thought about Galinda, he didn't even notice he was sitting in the concert master's seat.