The Tables Have Turned

The Tables Have Turned

Chapter 15

“What class do we have now?” I asked to no one in particular.

“Music,” a few people answered and I nodded.

From the beginning of the year we weren’t really doing much during music class. We watched a video once about the opera and the other times the teacher just told us about the history of music. He promised that we would go to the music room this time, though. He said that this week we are going to sing and if someone wanted to play some of the instruments, they could. I didn’t know that we had a music room in our school so I was excited to see it.

The supervisor came to our class and told us to go to the music room because our teacher was there waiting for us.

I just walked with my classmates because I had no idea where it was.

“So Hailey, do you play any instruments?” Paul asked and I shook my head.

“Nope,” I replied “I can only play a few songs on the guitar because a friend of mine taught me.”

Chad was one guy I really liked hanging out with. I thought that he would be the one to stick by my side when I fell off the social ladder because when we were hanging out together he was really fun and sincere –unlike the others— but I guess he liked the popularity too much because he didn’t turn his back on the popular crowd to be my friend. Yet he was better than the rest because he still talked to me when we met in class or in the hallways. Anyway, he was really good when it comes to the guitar and I always admired his talent so he taught me for a bit. It was fun but nothing basic—only a few songs I liked.

“I play the guitar,” he said, grinning “I can teach you.”

“You do?” I asked, surprised. I didn’t know he did but now that I think of it, it suits him. He nodded and I continued talking. “Thanks but you’ll give up from the first time. I suck! It took my friend two months to teach me a verse from a song.”

“Two months?!” He said, his eyes widening.

I laughed.

“Yeah, he was really patient, unlike you,” I teased him.

“I am patient!” He huffed but we both knew that it was a lie.

“Sure you are,” I replied, patting his shoulder and he laughed.

Suddenly, we stopped in front of a green door. Paul opened the door and I gasped when I saw the room. It was huge—more than twice the size of our class—and filled with instruments! There was a beautiful black piano in the front and center, two electric guitars to the left, three normal guitars next to them, two violins, five flutes, five harmonicas, and two drum sets on both sides of the room. There was even a harp!

“Wow,” I murmured completely amazed.

“Awesome, huh?” Chase said, appearing out of nowhere and slinging his arm over my shoulders.

“Yeah,” I replied as we sat in the chairs that were facing all the instruments.

“Good morning, class,” our teacher, Mr. Frank, said.

“Good morning,” we all said in unison.

“As I promised, today we are going to have a fun period. We’re going to start by singing a few songs of your choice and then you can play the instruments you want,” he said and excited murmurs erupted in the classroom.

Students started screaming names of songs they wanted to sing and Mr. Frank played the songs that he knew on the guitar as we sang.

There were twenty minutes left before break time so Mr. Frank decided that it was time for him to give us a chance to play something.

Mariah went up first and she played a song on the piano, then Carson played the drums, Paul the guitar (he was awesome!), and finally Nora the violin.

The bell rang before any other student could play anything else and we all ran out of the classroom to profit from our break as much as possible.

“How long have you been playing?” I asked Paul “You’re awesome.”

“Thanks,” he replied, grinning, as we descended the stairs because our class was on the first floor while the music room was on the third “I’ve been playing for seven years.”