Strings

-Chapter 14: In the Studio, Again-

I nodded.

"Okay, bye!" I ran out.

The distance between Spanish class and the door wasn't that much so I made it there quickly.

"Ouch!"

"Hey?! Summer?!"

I bumped into Summer at the door. She had changed into casual clothes.

"Zach? Why are you here?"

"Nothing much." I said quickly. I was in a hurry, what did you expect.

"Umm.. Are you going to the Ball with someone?" Summer said as she played with her fingers.

"Yesss, I am. You're in the way too, sorry?"

I didn't want to sound condescending, but that's how it came out.

"Sorry!" She shifted aside.

I left the school, running but not really?

"Where are you going?" I heard Summer shout

"Where I am on Fridays, I'll see you later!" I called back.

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When I entered the JamHouse, Chriss himself was in the booth, his vocals were awful, but who am I to judge?

Once he finished, he stepped out the booth, to see me giving him a round of applause.

"Beautiful!" I said, between claps.

"Why you clapping, you know that was ass."

"It was, anyways it's my turn, you know, practice my vocals and sh*t"

Before I stepped in, Chriss asked me how it had gone.

"I saw Aubrey in Spanish class, asked and she said yes. Also, I saw Summer too, but that's by the side."

"Aight [redacted], you're up."

"Let's go" I said as I stepped inside.

Chriss shuffled the machine.

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[A/N: No I'm not changing POV, I don't like doing it often, so it's still in Zach's POV]

The song began to play. It was a sad song, though. But I couldn't change it, the first rule of the JamHouse [or mainly because the skip buttons wasn't playing].
You get what you get what you get.

[Instrumental]

Every single year,
I'm drowning in my tears,
I'm drowning in my tears again.
I can't seem to forget the pain, I seem to give, the pain I seem to give,
my friend.

Every single year,
I'm drowning in my tears,
I'm drowning in my tears again.
I can't seem to forget the pain, I seem to give, the pain I seem to give,
my friend.

[Drums in the background]

Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh,
Oh, oh.

Every single year,
I'm drowning in my tears,
I'm drowning in my tears again.
I can't seem to forget the pain, I seem to give, the pain I seem to give,
my friend.

[A\N : This part is like a combination of like the 'oh' part and the verse\chorus

Anyways]