Give Me Music
Give Me...The First Meeting
Chapter 2
“PLEASE. JAAAAAY!” I clasped my hands together in hope that Jay would let me off the hook.
“No! You’re going and that’s final.” He smirked, waving the tickets in his hands.
Okay, time to go puppy dog mode.
I started pouting with sad big eyes, “Please Jay? I really don’t want to go...”
Jay raised an eyebrow, “Really Lise? I’ve been your friend for over ten years, that look stopped working 5 years ago darling.”
ARGH!
I huffed, crossing my arms. “Fine! I’ll go to your stupid concert...” Hmm. “Wait, why do I have to go if Meens going?”
Jay rolled his eyes as if he was talking to a five year old. “BECAUSE you need to experience something!”
I EXPERIENCE A LOT... Not in the way you’re thinking... Or is that just me being dirty minded... Stupid Jay.
“I DO A LOT!” I furrowed my eyebrows in anger.
“Okay my little liseykins, tell me. What else do you do except from play music, study, write music, go to school, eat and sleep.”
“I-I do... I, well, I pl...I,” I stuttered, trying to get some words out.
I mean, I do a lot out of school, right?
“HA!” Jay smirked, pointing his finger at me.
“Wait! I talk to people!” I grinned, happy I finally thought of one.
Yeah, I’m sociable. Wait, does Jay and Meena count as people?
“Okay, darling, me and Meens don’t count.”
“Shut up.”
He smiled victoriously. He knew he had won the battle... BUT I SHALL WIN THE WAR. A bit too dramatic?
I quickly changed the subject knowing his smile could lead to a smirk which would lead to definite boasting, “Hey, anyway, where’s Meena?”
“Oh she’s finishing up her dance work cause she had it second lesson and for next lesson anyway so she wanted to finish her theory work so she can get on with her routine.”
I smiled, Meena was seriously talented at her dancing. It was one of the things that made her Meena. “Oh, what have you got next then?”
Jay groaned, “Urgh, don’t remind me. I’ve got double Maths. I hate my parents for making me take it.”
*Bell ringing*
“Oh shitey shite. Lesson time,” Jay moaned, “I’m not in a mood to face Mr Rama.”
“Unlucky,” I said while picking up my bag, “I have just one lesson of music.”
“You bum.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
We both laughed and parted ways. I walked down the blue carpeted corridor and into one of the music rooms. I loved the performing arts block. It was one of the best blocks. It always had someone doing something interesting and so creative.
“Hi Annalise.” My awesome music teacher, Mr Acapla waved. He was around mid 20s, so he was one of the pretty relaxed good teachers around. Most of the girls found him attractive.
“Hey sir,” I looked around the classroom, “Where is everyone?”
“Oh yeah, I sent out a mass email saying that class was cancelled.”
I only then noticed Sir packing up his briefcase. I cursed mentally for not checking my school emails earlier on, “If you don’t mind me asking, why?”
“It’s fine. I have a school meeting with some governors and stuff but feel free to stay if you want to finish up your work.” He grabbed his briefcase and walked to the door.
I smiled. “Thanks Sir.”
He opened the door and then turned around, “You’re welcome and, Annalise, I just wanted to ask whether you are still doing the winter showcase this year?”
Oh the winter showcase. It was on the last day of term and the whole day was dedicated to Woodfield pupils either singing, dancing, acting or doing some kind of performing. It was kind of like a talent, showcasing the best performing arts students. They had famous record producers and scouts for came to look. It was a huge deal.
“Urm, maybe, I’m still thinking of what to do,” I blushed.
“By the way the theme this year for the showcase is ‘First time’,” he waved “See ya.”
“Bye,” I proceeded to sit on the plastic chair, taking out my notebook and a pen.
My notebook was one of the most valuable things to me. It held my precious lyrics and music. It was kind of like a diary but with notes and more complex meanings in the words.
Okay what to do? What to do?
First on the agenda: Winter Showcase Performance.
The scouts usually went for performers in sixth form as we’re near the end of the required education so they wouldn’t need to faff about with tutors and stuff. But, last year, my grade in English dropped from an A* to an A and my parents banned me from ‘anything fun’ as I needed to study to improve my grade. Nothing is perfect to them...
Oh well. Time to start.
I flipped through my notebook, looking through music I had already written. Nothing seemed good enough for me. First time...
FIRST TIME WHAT?
I sat there for 20 minutes just trying to think. Nothing came to mind. Eurgh. I hate writer’s block. It annoyed me.
I guess I should just go home. Maybe inspiration will strike on the walk back.
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Damn. It was cold. Well, not freezing cold but C O L D for what I was wearing: A baggy grey jumper with some black tights, pink beanie, white scarf and military boots. For father’s sake why didn’t I wear my woolly tights.
DAMNATION.
I walked down the street, dodging people. I walked on a smaller road with less people. Hey, this was the road I saw that smouldering model guy with the seriously gorgeous eyes. He’s one of the lucky people who do that Tyra Banks’ thing: ‘Smizing’. You know with your eyes focused and look like they’re smiling but their face isn’t, it’s just their eyes... yeah whatever. Go listen to Tyra. POWER TO THE PEOPLE.
I took my backpack off and unzipped. I kept glancing where I was looking while trying to find my notebook in case inspiration hits. Cause if that happens then sometimes I forget while I’m looking for my book.
Wh-
“OW.”
I walked into something/someone. Whatever or whoever they were really hard, like really built.
“For shite’s sake,” I mumbled while rubbing my poor innocent head and pushed my glasses up just to see...
OH FUCK.
Papers were flying everywhere. THEY WERE MY HOMEWORKS AND MUSIC SHEETS. I ran everywhere, grabbing them from the taunting wind.
Okay. I think I got them all. I grabbed my backpack and stuffed them in. I turned around angry at the stupid person.
“WHO DO YOU THINK Y-”
Oh fudgecakes, it’s the smizing guy.
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I froze. What? Oh god. Please. I don’t even know.
From the corner of my eye I saw my crumpled up papers in my bag, it fuelled the fire that was sizzling out, “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE RUNNING INTO ME LIKE THAT? DON’T YOU HAVE EYES THAT YOU CAN SEE OUT? THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE THERE FOR. YOU UTTER TWAT. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG ALL THAT WORK TOOK ME? HUH?”
I realized that I was standing very close to him, breathing heavily. He had an intense stare in his eyes but I could see a flicker of sadness in his hazel orbs.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry! I'm not usually like this it's just that I'm just freaking out right now cause of my stupid winter showcase even though it's pretty awesome cause of all the scouts are there. Then my friends are like 'oh Annalise you're going to this concert you don't even like'. Now I need to keep my grades up or I can't perform and I need my music. I would not live without my music. Oh my god, I'm just rambling and life is like 'ew what Lise whatever, I'll just make this smizing hot guy just go into you. Eurgh!"
"Same..."
Wait what? Was that heavenly sound from the smizing guy?
I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean 'Same'?"
He counteracted my raised eye brow by raising one of his own. "You said you couldn't live with out music. I wouldn't be able to either."
Wow. He was actually listening. "You were actually listening to me?"
He gave a small cocky smirk, "Well, you're a bit too close to ignore."
I widened my mouth, blushing, while stepping back and mumbled, "Stupid bum."
"What?"
I smirked. "Nothing"
"I recall you saying that I was a smizing hot guy...what's smizing?"
He leaned against the wall. Ooo he's 'so cool' on that wall.
"Yra Bnks" I mumbled, looking at the floor
"What?"
I looked up and glared at him. "Tyra Banks. It's like smiling but just your eyes"
He gave a small smile. "I t-"
My eye caught the clock behind him in the restaurant. 2.30. Oh my godfather! "Oh fricking shit. I gotta go my mum gonna kill me."
I swung my backpack across my back, hooking my arms through the loops. I started running. I heard shouting from him but I was late. Later than usual. All cause of that stupid smizing guy who looked so familiar for some reason... It'll probably come to me later
***
Zayn's POV
She left. Who was she? How did she not notice who I was?
"Oi, Zayn, did you get your glasses?" Liam walked up to me, "Mate, you okay?"
I gave a quick half hearted smile and patted my pocket, "Yeah."
*DING*
Liam checked his phone and rolled his eyes, "We better get back. Apparently Louis found the carrots cooked or in his case 'murdered'"
He walked away, expecting me to follow him. I was about to till I saw a old, tattered, leather notebook on the pavement. Was it the girl's? I was desperate, for some reason, to find out who she was. I edged closer to it. It seemed to have all the answers.
"Zayn?" I heard Liam call out for me.
"Coming!"
I grabbed the notebook and quickly followed Liam.
“PLEASE. JAAAAAY!” I clasped my hands together in hope that Jay would let me off the hook.
“No! You’re going and that’s final.” He smirked, waving the tickets in his hands.
Okay, time to go puppy dog mode.
I started pouting with sad big eyes, “Please Jay? I really don’t want to go...”
Jay raised an eyebrow, “Really Lise? I’ve been your friend for over ten years, that look stopped working 5 years ago darling.”
ARGH!
I huffed, crossing my arms. “Fine! I’ll go to your stupid concert...” Hmm. “Wait, why do I have to go if Meens going?”
Jay rolled his eyes as if he was talking to a five year old. “BECAUSE you need to experience something!”
I EXPERIENCE A LOT... Not in the way you’re thinking... Or is that just me being dirty minded... Stupid Jay.
“I DO A LOT!” I furrowed my eyebrows in anger.
“Okay my little liseykins, tell me. What else do you do except from play music, study, write music, go to school, eat and sleep.”
“I-I do... I, well, I pl...I,” I stuttered, trying to get some words out.
I mean, I do a lot out of school, right?
“HA!” Jay smirked, pointing his finger at me.
“Wait! I talk to people!” I grinned, happy I finally thought of one.
Yeah, I’m sociable. Wait, does Jay and Meena count as people?
“Okay, darling, me and Meens don’t count.”
“Shut up.”
He smiled victoriously. He knew he had won the battle... BUT I SHALL WIN THE WAR. A bit too dramatic?
I quickly changed the subject knowing his smile could lead to a smirk which would lead to definite boasting, “Hey, anyway, where’s Meena?”
“Oh she’s finishing up her dance work cause she had it second lesson and for next lesson anyway so she wanted to finish her theory work so she can get on with her routine.”
I smiled, Meena was seriously talented at her dancing. It was one of the things that made her Meena. “Oh, what have you got next then?”
Jay groaned, “Urgh, don’t remind me. I’ve got double Maths. I hate my parents for making me take it.”
*Bell ringing*
“Oh shitey shite. Lesson time,” Jay moaned, “I’m not in a mood to face Mr Rama.”
“Unlucky,” I said while picking up my bag, “I have just one lesson of music.”
“You bum.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
We both laughed and parted ways. I walked down the blue carpeted corridor and into one of the music rooms. I loved the performing arts block. It was one of the best blocks. It always had someone doing something interesting and so creative.
“Hi Annalise.” My awesome music teacher, Mr Acapla waved. He was around mid 20s, so he was one of the pretty relaxed good teachers around. Most of the girls found him attractive.
“Hey sir,” I looked around the classroom, “Where is everyone?”
“Oh yeah, I sent out a mass email saying that class was cancelled.”
I only then noticed Sir packing up his briefcase. I cursed mentally for not checking my school emails earlier on, “If you don’t mind me asking, why?”
“It’s fine. I have a school meeting with some governors and stuff but feel free to stay if you want to finish up your work.” He grabbed his briefcase and walked to the door.
I smiled. “Thanks Sir.”
He opened the door and then turned around, “You’re welcome and, Annalise, I just wanted to ask whether you are still doing the winter showcase this year?”
Oh the winter showcase. It was on the last day of term and the whole day was dedicated to Woodfield pupils either singing, dancing, acting or doing some kind of performing. It was kind of like a talent, showcasing the best performing arts students. They had famous record producers and scouts for came to look. It was a huge deal.
“Urm, maybe, I’m still thinking of what to do,” I blushed.
“By the way the theme this year for the showcase is ‘First time’,” he waved “See ya.”
“Bye,” I proceeded to sit on the plastic chair, taking out my notebook and a pen.
My notebook was one of the most valuable things to me. It held my precious lyrics and music. It was kind of like a diary but with notes and more complex meanings in the words.
Okay what to do? What to do?
First on the agenda: Winter Showcase Performance.
The scouts usually went for performers in sixth form as we’re near the end of the required education so they wouldn’t need to faff about with tutors and stuff. But, last year, my grade in English dropped from an A* to an A and my parents banned me from ‘anything fun’ as I needed to study to improve my grade. Nothing is perfect to them...
Oh well. Time to start.
I flipped through my notebook, looking through music I had already written. Nothing seemed good enough for me. First time...
FIRST TIME WHAT?
I sat there for 20 minutes just trying to think. Nothing came to mind. Eurgh. I hate writer’s block. It annoyed me.
I guess I should just go home. Maybe inspiration will strike on the walk back.
----------------------------
Damn. It was cold. Well, not freezing cold but C O L D for what I was wearing: A baggy grey jumper with some black tights, pink beanie, white scarf and military boots. For father’s sake why didn’t I wear my woolly tights.
DAMNATION.
I walked down the street, dodging people. I walked on a smaller road with less people. Hey, this was the road I saw that smouldering model guy with the seriously gorgeous eyes. He’s one of the lucky people who do that Tyra Banks’ thing: ‘Smizing’. You know with your eyes focused and look like they’re smiling but their face isn’t, it’s just their eyes... yeah whatever. Go listen to Tyra. POWER TO THE PEOPLE.
I took my backpack off and unzipped. I kept glancing where I was looking while trying to find my notebook in case inspiration hits. Cause if that happens then sometimes I forget while I’m looking for my book.
Wh-
“OW.”
I walked into something/someone. Whatever or whoever they were really hard, like really built.
“For shite’s sake,” I mumbled while rubbing my poor innocent head and pushed my glasses up just to see...
OH FUCK.
Papers were flying everywhere. THEY WERE MY HOMEWORKS AND MUSIC SHEETS. I ran everywhere, grabbing them from the taunting wind.
Okay. I think I got them all. I grabbed my backpack and stuffed them in. I turned around angry at the stupid person.
“WHO DO YOU THINK Y-”
Oh fudgecakes, it’s the smizing guy.
----------------------------
I froze. What? Oh god. Please. I don’t even know.
From the corner of my eye I saw my crumpled up papers in my bag, it fuelled the fire that was sizzling out, “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE RUNNING INTO ME LIKE THAT? DON’T YOU HAVE EYES THAT YOU CAN SEE OUT? THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE THERE FOR. YOU UTTER TWAT. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG ALL THAT WORK TOOK ME? HUH?”
I realized that I was standing very close to him, breathing heavily. He had an intense stare in his eyes but I could see a flicker of sadness in his hazel orbs.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry! I'm not usually like this it's just that I'm just freaking out right now cause of my stupid winter showcase even though it's pretty awesome cause of all the scouts are there. Then my friends are like 'oh Annalise you're going to this concert you don't even like'. Now I need to keep my grades up or I can't perform and I need my music. I would not live without my music. Oh my god, I'm just rambling and life is like 'ew what Lise whatever, I'll just make this smizing hot guy just go into you. Eurgh!"
"Same..."
Wait what? Was that heavenly sound from the smizing guy?
I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean 'Same'?"
He counteracted my raised eye brow by raising one of his own. "You said you couldn't live with out music. I wouldn't be able to either."
Wow. He was actually listening. "You were actually listening to me?"
He gave a small cocky smirk, "Well, you're a bit too close to ignore."
I widened my mouth, blushing, while stepping back and mumbled, "Stupid bum."
"What?"
I smirked. "Nothing"
"I recall you saying that I was a smizing hot guy...what's smizing?"
He leaned against the wall. Ooo he's 'so cool' on that wall.
"Yra Bnks" I mumbled, looking at the floor
"What?"
I looked up and glared at him. "Tyra Banks. It's like smiling but just your eyes"
He gave a small smile. "I t-"
My eye caught the clock behind him in the restaurant. 2.30. Oh my godfather! "Oh fricking shit. I gotta go my mum gonna kill me."
I swung my backpack across my back, hooking my arms through the loops. I started running. I heard shouting from him but I was late. Later than usual. All cause of that stupid smizing guy who looked so familiar for some reason... It'll probably come to me later
***
Zayn's POV
She left. Who was she? How did she not notice who I was?
"Oi, Zayn, did you get your glasses?" Liam walked up to me, "Mate, you okay?"
I gave a quick half hearted smile and patted my pocket, "Yeah."
*DING*
Liam checked his phone and rolled his eyes, "We better get back. Apparently Louis found the carrots cooked or in his case 'murdered'"
He walked away, expecting me to follow him. I was about to till I saw a old, tattered, leather notebook on the pavement. Was it the girl's? I was desperate, for some reason, to find out who she was. I edged closer to it. It seemed to have all the answers.
"Zayn?" I heard Liam call out for me.
"Coming!"
I grabbed the notebook and quickly followed Liam.
Notes
***A/N: Hey guys!I wrote like half of this on my iPod so there might be some grammar mistakes or weird auto corrects. Sorry!
I WROTE IN ZAYN'S POV? WHAT?! I know ;)
Anyway the thing about POVs is that if it does not state beforehand whose POV it is then it is Annalise's.
Anyways comment, subscribe, vote, be awesome;)
See ya!
7/24/13