German Girls

Startling me, the alarm rand at exactly 6am. It was the chorus to "Na Na Na", or at least mine was. I liked to wake up each day to a My Chemical Romance song but Alisha's "Single Ladies" managed to blare louder than my phone could master.

"How early?" I heard Megan tell over the alarm. Quickly, Alisha turned it off and fell back asleep. If we were still in England, it would only be 5am. Yea. Too early.

Unable to get back to sleep, I dragged my feet to get a shower. I guess you could call it a ritual, I couldn't go through a day without having a nice warm shower in the morning to start me off.

Once I was dried and dressed, I grabbed my phone and headed upstairs. It was 7 now, another half an hour until breakfast.

"You're up early." Sam called down the corridor when he saw me coming.

"Couldn't get back to sleep. Can I borrow some deodorant?" I asked, still half asleep.

"Sure, just come in and get it when you need it."

"Thanks, and hurry up getting dressed, I'm not going to breakfast alone."

"You wouldn't go alone" He winked. Rolling my eyes, I crossed the hall to where Philip's room was and peered around the doorframe. It was wide open so i was guessing that nobody was busy getting changed. Sure enough, there Philip lay, already dressed and playing on his DS. It amazed me how early he got up in the mornings; the rest of his roommates were all still getting ready.

For the majority of the band, breakfast was uneventful. Jack had tried sitting with us but when he realised that most of us were still bitter form yesterday's events, he sat quietly away from us. When the conductor stood up to give announcements, most of us were still too tired to care what was being said. The only think I managed to pick up from his talk was that we needed to be back up here in 10 minutes to meet the German's from the local school in Sebnitz. Diving down to the rooms quickly, I did my makeup and covered myself in female body spray to stop me smelling like Sam all day before throwing my striped jacket on and heading back upstairs.

I would usually check my phone at this point, but there was no signal at all for me to contact anybody with. It had been that way since I arrived off the ferry in France yesterday. When I eventually managed to climb the three flights of stairs to the diner, I was faced with all the guys eagerly awaiting the girls what we would surely meet.

"Right, grab what you were on yesterday and stand in the corner." Mrs Wren yelled to us before standing aside and letting us all in.

At first, it was rather intimidating. The German's were sat on the benches that surrounded the walls, giving us a sense of imprisonment. As soon as we walked in, it all went silent for a brief few seconds before they continued their conversations. We didn't even need to speak German to know who they were talking about.

"See the one in the denim skirt?" Nathan asked Caleb It was only now that I realised he was standing right next to me. Nodding, he agreed and Nathan went back to staring at the girls.

Searching for the girl, I scanned my eyes along the row and sure enough, there she was. With long extensions and made up face, I could tell that she'd be the one that most of the girls form the band would hate. Her two friends were sat either side of her and they looked the same, typical fakes. Hatred was already growing inside me; it was as if I knew they'd end up pulling us all apart.

Soon enough, they were all ordered to get up, pick up an instrument and join us. The girl in the denim skirt went and stood next to Calvin. Mrs Wren stood at the front and made us all go outside and split into small groups depending on what we were playing. I was playing some type of bell so i stood over with our conductor and Megan M. This group consisted of mainly the younger ones of the Germans with a few that looked as if they should have left school by now. Attempting to teach them how to play the song, we spent a good 15 minutes playing the same rhythm over and over. When we all joined back together again, we played the song and were told to go teach them the next song.

About an hour later, it was over. Finally. I hated samba; I made a memo to stick to playing saxophone. After a short break, we went back to the room to see if we needed anything more doing.

"We're going down to listen to the choir now." We were told by one of the teachers. Moaning, we all dragged our feet down to the rehearsal room in which all out instruments had been shoved to the side. Did they have any regard for anything? Retrieving my case, I went and grabbed a seat next to the girls in my room and watched Will play bass for a bit. There was even a young German girl who played flute, for a few seconds I had an ultimate respect for her. That was until she put her flute straight on the floor; you never do that with a flute.

Across the room, Caleb was looking for a seat. Glancing quickly at Megan M, I gave her a look that asked "what shall I do?" which she responded to by shuffling up on her chair. That was it, a perfect idea. Copying her, I yelled over to him.

"Do you want to sit here with me?" I asked him. Smiling, he came down and sat on my chair with me.

"Thanks." He said. Now, we were closer than we'd ever been. Grinning, Hannah winked at me and went to sit next to Megan M. I noticed she wasn't sitting next to Calvin, was something the matter? I just left it and went back to enjoying the fact I was sat basically on the same chair as Caleb. However, the feeling was short lived. Soon enough we were told to get up and make out way to the back of the room to sit. Seeing an opportunity, I went and sat next to Caleb again as we listened to the German's start up a chorus of one of their own songs.

It felt like a good few hours that we had sat there for; the choir had sand their songs at least 5 times each. One of the songs was so catchy that we had sat at the back of the room singing along to the chorus. Heading back up for lunch quickly, we practically ran into the diner to find a line of people we'd never even seen before. Joining them, we grew curious as to what was being served. No bread had been placed out so it had to at least be something cooked. Being first out of the band in the line, I got to discover the secret first. Pasta, with fish. Dumping it straight onto my plate, the chef smiled a sickly smile and I walked off feeling rather intimidated. Waiting for the boys, I looked around to see that a bunch of German kids had stolen our table.

"Let's go fight them off it!" I heard Will say behind me. Laughing, we pulled up seats at another table. The pasta looked nice, but looks can be deceiving. I took one bite into a piece covered in sauce and felt my insides die a little. It was clear that we wouldn't be eating well this week. Eventually, they Germans were told to move and we reclaimed out table as our own, chanting quietly about how we won this war. Finishing our meal, Sam noticed that there was a bar next door. Debating on who should go first, we shoved him in to go and buy a slush. As we waited in anticipation, we weren't sure if he was actually allowed in there and maybe the German waitress would hold him hostage and send us ransom notes. Soon enough, Sam arrived back, blue slush in hand.

Victory.