Yuki-chan's A/N: Wow it's been so long since I touched this brainchild!!! This is awesome!!! Well I'm gunna get typing… I have more ideas for this story.
A Tale: Chapter 4
Orchestra was by far the most looked-forward-to class for our characters. Why wouldn't it be? This is the story written by three band nerds, after all. Anyway, they all headed across the campus to the band hall (Yes! They have a band hall! With real acoustics!), Satsuki waaaaaaay ahead of them. Scott kept trying to ask Yuki (because he knew he wouldn't get it out of Miyoko) what she was so pissed about, but every time Yuki opened her mouth to answer, Miyoko would elbow her in the side. This continued all the way across campus, through the band room, and into the storage room.
For the first time that day, Aubrey pulled the headphones of his iPod out of his hears and put it in his pocket. Yuki gasped.
"You have ears?" she asked, staring at him.
Aubrey stared at her a moment, then moved to a shelf, ignoring her. He pulled a leather violin case from the shelf and opened it up; he started to wax his bow and tune. While he did so, Yuki went over to Miyoko, who was greasing the corks on her clarinet, and began to put her flute together.
"I was just making an observation," she said dismally.
"Yes," said Miyoko, pulling her reed out of her mouth to talk. "But it should be said that for Aubrey to listen to his iPod, he would require ears. And since the first time I haven't seen the headphones on his head was just three seconds ago, I would say yes, he has ears, and has had them for a while."
Yuki stared at her for a moment, then said very quickly, "Shut up I knew that I'm not stupid!"
Miyoko smiled as Yuki walked off, "Whatever." She stuck her reed on her clarinet and walked out into the band room. She took her seat in the first row of woodwinds. As she pulled her books out, she saw the director push a piano into the room.
"We have a piano player this year?" She asked.
"Yup. Our new transfer student. " And, sure enough, to Miyoko's horror, next to her teacher was none other than that British bastard Ciaren, grinning at her smugly.
Miyoko's mouth hung open as Ciaren sat down on the bench and the teacher walked away. When he was out of earshot Miyoko leaned over closer to Ciaren and hissed, "You enjoy making my life a living hell, don't you?"
Ciaren shrugged, "I can't say it tops my list, but it provides entertainment."
Miyoko glared. "You are such a… a…"
"Amazingly brilliant guy? I know."
Her temper flared. "I was going to say 'conceited jerk'."
Ciaren grinned his smug little grin again. "I know. Trust me, the feeling's mutual."
"What? That you think you're a conceited jerk?"
"No, that you are."
"… Wait, what?"
Ciaren grinned again; Miyoko had to restrain herself from hitting him over the head with her clarinet.
"You are so infuriating!" she hissed.
"Ain't it the pits, love?"
Her eyebrow twitched.
"What did you just call me?"
Ciaren looked at her innocently. Damn, he was good at keeping a straight face.
"Did you just call me 'Love'?"
"I don't know. Did I? It might've slipped."
"Why I oughta-"
And then he gave her a look that was pure Ciaren: his expression softened and he just stared at her with those big blue-green eyes. Miyoko turned to mush. Damn him. He was a devil with the face of an angel; a wolf in sheep's skin.
"I hate you," she hissed at him, coming back to her senses. "Get that through your thick skull." And she turned around.
Ciaren shrugged. "Have it your way, then."
The director stepped up onto his podium-thingy and told everyone to shut up.
"Welcome to another year of orchestra. Veterans, good to have you back; newbies, good to have you." He looked down at his roster, "Today we'll start with attendance."
He went through the list, calling out names and asking the instrument of that person. When he was done, he looked at the band.
"As some of you might've noticed, we have three new students to this school, two new to this country. Would you three please stand?"
Scott, Aubrey, and Ciaren stood, then sat back down. The director continued.
"Would the three of you care to tell us a little bit of your music history? When you started playing, where you were taught, et cetra, et cetra?"
Aubrey stood and turned to the rest of the class.
"I began playing the violin at 6. My grandfather taught me. I've played in many different orchestral and symphonic groups in Rome." Then he shrugged, "That is it really." And he sat back down. Yuki started to clap, and everyone looked at her. She stopped, and after an awkward silence, she shouted, "DON'T JUDGE ME!!!"
The director shook his head. "Anyway, Ciaren. How about you?"
Ciaren didn't stand up; he just sat on the piano bench. He was separated from the band anyway.
"I've been playing since… well, I don't remember. My mum had a piano at our old house, and I just started playing it. I taught myself, I guess. I haven't played anything big like Aubrey, but, uh, I've played at school shows and whatnot. That's all."
"Okay," said the director, "And what about you, Scott?"
Back in the percussion section, Scott stood. "Um I'm not foreign, so I didn't start playing at five or whatever. I'm in a band; I play drum set. But I can read music, so I guess that's a plus."
"All right. Well, now let's get down to business." And he started to hand out music.
"These are our warm-ups. Don't lose them. You'll need them memorized for finals." He waited until every piece of music was passed out. "Let's play through them and then you can have the rest of the period to yourselves."
------------------------- 1 Hour later ----------------------
Miyoko, Yuki, and Satsuki sat where they always did after class: near the door on the old bleachers.
Aubrey joined them, followed by Ciaren. Miyoko was silent.
"What?" Ciaren asked, eyebrow raised.
She pointed at the crotch of his pants, "Your zipper's down."
Without even doing anything about it, Ciaren crossed his arms. "Why are you looking at my crotch?"
Miyoko sputtered. "Well… I … um… Shut up!" She turned away and pouted.
Then a duck flew by outside the window.
Some random person in the class yelled "Quack!" probably a trumpet player.
Thinking out loud Satsuki mumbled, "Dude, I want a hot dog."
At that moment, Scott came over. Satsuki instantly gave him the cold shoulder.
"Hey," he said sheepishly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Ciaren and Aubrey shrugged and muttered 'hey'; they were the only two who even acknowledged him. Satsuki was looking pointedly away, her arms crossed and her foot tapping. Miyoko was muttering about something or other. Yuki, however was, again, dancing the Macarena. Then she paused.
"Hey guys?" she asked. "You wanna go see a movie?"
Everyone stared at her, and then shrugged.
"As long as he's not coming. He'll torment me."
"You know I live for it, love."
"Stop calling me that!!!"
Yuki clapped her hands together, "Okay!"
Right when she clapped her hands the bell decided to ring. She paused, "… Awesome!" then she clapped again.