Thursday, March 11, 2010

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left behind; 3er Capítulo ~ Lips like morphine

2 nd Chapter ~ under pressure


After leaving the room with the rest of the day Chloe happened very fast, step recess and continue with Chemistry, English Language and Mathematics. We had lunch together as usual. Then we walked together until the end of the hall where we divided the different rooms.
was the only class that is not shared. Chloe had chosen the type of art, of course, I had chosen the music. I told you that I love music. Except for this class. Because he was in this class.



Chloe: Well I'd better hurry, my room is a little further and do not want to be late, aubrey luck in your class you're going to need.

Me:
Si ... we met at the exit.




Walk half the room rushed to achieve good guitars, take a deep breath and enter.





Arrive at the room and there was a lot of people, take one of the first guitars he had and started to play a little.






began to come like a herd of people and among them was him.
No, no, no, do not get next to me, why should I hate? And next to me was nomas. Sure, bring your own guitar, I do not bother to bring mine, is just a simple acoustic guitar, to spend energy trallendola if here is full of acoustic!



Professor:
Well my name is Wilfredo, but it says Willy for obvious reasons as my name is horrible. Oh and the places they chose the instruments will have for the rest of the year.
As already feel that I hate.
Professor: Today I want to see play the instrument they chose, so practice, I'm going to listen to the bank by bank.

and start practicing, I soon forget the problem that was next to me, for now had one more, had written a score that sounded all perfect except for a note, a note damn it ruined everything! I was trying to fix that but it is not enough, my turn came.




Professor:
Your name?
Me: Aubrey Allen
Professor: Ok, do not worry I do not do shout I just want to hear and touch every one to know at what level they are. Then
not be a problem ...






Professor:

have something to show?
Me: If a score I wrote. Teacher: Ok excellent







Just wonder what the teacher was going to play next door turned Altira to see me play, but that sick, but for now I did not care, I started to play around until you reach unequivocally that damn note.


Professor:
right! but I see you have a problem there, I leave the task to solve, if you want you can help.

Me:
Thanks but I prefer to solve it myself.


Teacher: Well as you prefer


And there I was trying to solve this little problem, I was half an hour but nothing, and was about to give up until you hear ...




Frank:
Need help?
But because it does good to me? rare.
I : No, I'm alright now. - I said a cold voice.
And I kept trying to figure out what the note.
Frank:
Well, it seems to me that you need help.



not leave me no answer and suddenly I see that it had approached and supported his hands in mine.





Frank:
If you do not take this finger here as never able to get to the note, which is one more than they're playing .. So see? Agape. Had done, in a second and I knew I was doing wrong, and it was who had shown me.




Me: Erm ...
yes, thanks.


Frank:
anything.





kept looking at me, I did not know what was going on and already I was feeling very uncomfortable, has been very strange today, more than normal.



What a relief! I ring the bell and it was the last class, leave the instrument and output.


As it was time to leave the boxes were addressed to me, as was the last class was obvious that everyone was tired and in a second and there was hardly anyone on the corridors.


Cursed
box! does not open, hit him about five times but nothing. Not wanted to open, it seems that everyone is against me today.

heard a knock on my locker? but if that was not me?

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