Sing It Out

Jack's POV:
I hear my phone go off and I roll over to grab my phone from the bed side table. I grab and look at the screen, my eyes go wide and I jump out of bed and call uncle Austin. "Jack why didn't you pick up." "I'm sorry, I got in late last night and went to bed as soon as I got in my room." Uncle Austin lets out a sigh of relief, "your dad called." "Shit." "We need to convince him that your here with me." "Okay, lets it our best try then." I hear the phone get busy, "hey you still there." "Yeah. I'm calling him." "Austin where the fuck is my son." "I'm here dad don't worry, your on speaker." Dad lets out a huge sigh, "good. How was your flight." "It went good, it just got in late last night and I was really tired when I got to uncle Austin's and went straight to bed." "Okay. At least your fine." Zack walks in and gives me a glare and grabs a backpack. "Your gonna be late if you don't leave now." "For what," I mouth. "Orientation." My eyes go wide, "hey dad I'm starving I'm gonna go eat." "Okay, stay safe Jack." "I will. Bye." I quickly hang up and grab my backpack and the books that the girl gave me last night.

"Who was that anyway." "My dad, he doesn't know I'm here." I follow Zack out of the room, "I'm sorry about last night." "Yeah. Whatever." I roll my eyes and follow Zack to the main performing hall. We get our seats and there was some adults on stage with instruments. Once everyone sits down they start playing, all in sync, beautiful sound. There's a Chinese lady, a Hispanic lady, a stubborn old Caucasian guy, and a guy who looked about in his mid 30's with a nose ring. They stop playing and we clap and another guy walks over to the podium. "Hello, and welcome to L.A.'s summer music program. There are 100 of you, but you were picked out of millions who had applied. Just because you got here doesn't mean that you will be the best at what you do. We have certain rules that you need to apply. The curfew is 10 pm on weekdays and 11 pm on weekends. No alcohol and other substances that we do not allow. Break these rules and you will be expelled. This is L.A. people, travel in pairs, use some common sense. These are your teachers for this summer, they will not waste their time with slackers. Have fun, but most of all, get lost," he smiles and we laugh.

Zack gets up and quickly walks out, "well. See yah later then."
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I run into class and it was already filled, "I see we have a straggler," the teacher with the nose piercing smiles and laughs. I look down and quickly pass everyone and get in the last empty seat. "Welcome everyone, I'm your teacher Mr. Flyzik, but you can just call me Matt. I see some new faces, while the rest of you are repeats. This summer I am only giving out 4 solos, just 4, last year was 5, which means you have to just work harder to impress me. No I'm not trying to kill you, I'm trying to bring out the best in you. And yes there will be a final. The solos are killer, but once you hit them, it'll feel good." He start laughing and I smile a bit. "Up first, Lisa, my main girl." The girl from last night stands up in front of me, "which would you like to hear Matt?" "How about the piece I gave you after last term ended." "Okay."

Lisa flips her hair a bit and starts singing, she has a really good voice, its amazing. After she sings most of the class and she sits down. "That right there is a great example of what I want in your voice range. Hit the notes you need to hit, and it'll feel amazing. Class dismissed!"
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I look around, holding my tray of food, Zack went off again and didn't bother telling me where. I see one guy sitting alone with drum sticks and he's hitting the cement with them. "Hey, can I sit here?" "Yeah. Sure." I sit by him and set my tray down. "You must be new, I'm Rian." "Jack, yeah I am." "So your of the newbies, we didn't get a lot this year, its mainly be returns I've seen so far. Like him," he points over where Alex is. He's sitting with a bunch of people, his arm around Lisa. "He's been a returning student ever since he got in when he was 14." "Holy crap, you can go here that young?" "Used to, Alex was part of the last class that allowed that. Then the state got on the school about how young students are and forced the age change. Alex lives out here so it was easier for him to stay unlike the other students who don't live out there." "Huh. I'm from Towson, Maryland." "Awesome, I'm in Church Hill." "No fucking way. we live so close to each other." "Yeah," Rian laughs.

I eat a bit and I see a really pretty girl walk down the steps with her tray, earbuds in her ears. She sits down near us and I hear Rian sigh. "Uh. Dude. Rian." Rian jumps and looks back at me. "You were checking her out and staring weird." "Every time I see her..." "Who is she?" "Cassadee, one of the most amazing singers here. But she always gets passed up by Lisa." "Why's that?" "Lisa is more rich, and people prefer her more because she's with Alex and they say she's prettier and blah." "I'm guessing you don't really like Lisa." "You either love Lisa or hate Lisa, that's how it works here. But Cassadee, she's a sweet heart. And has yet to notice me.." "Maybe this summer she will." He starts drumming again and I grab his wrists. "She's not gonna notice you that way. Have you ever talked to her." "Uh-ye-yeah course I have." I stare at him more. "Fine... No.." "Be a man and talk to her!" "Yeah! I will! Tomorrow." He starts eating more and I smile to myself.

I fix the sleeves on my hoodie, its extremely hot out but I can't let people see my scars. I look over where Alex is and I see that he's staring at me. I quickly look away and eat more.

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