Imagines

Imagine 2

"Bye, mom. See you at 9:30." I called to my mother after she dropped me off at youth orchestra. I hadn't wanted to come, but she made me, because my piano lessons were also on mondays and I couldn't always attend rehearsal. This week, my teacher was in Vegas for a conference.

I looked like I came in my pajamas (which I did) because I didn't want to be there. Sure, my friends that didn't go to school with me were all in the orchestra, but I would see them at the concert soon anyway. I only played in two of the five pieces the orchestra had on the program, so I spent most of my time in the building's practice rooms anyway.

"Hey, Kayla." My friend, Annabelle, called to me.

"What's up Bella?" I asked, smiling a litte.

"You haven't been to rehearsal in a while!" She said.

"Yeah, Ms. Lisa is in Vegas this week, and she'll be in Cali next week. So I'll be here again." I explained.

"You don't seem that excited." Annabelle noted.

"I'm just tired." I lied.

"Well you won't be soon! We did a lot of work on the Copland while you were absent, it's ten times better than the last time you heard it!" After talking with Annabelle, I headed over to the piano, which was smashed into the corner of the room. The stupid woodwind section took up all the space where I would've liked the piano to be.

I was minding my business, practicing a Chopin Waltz that I needed to have memorized by my next lesson, when someone called out to me. However, they didn't say my name. I don't even think they were talking to me.

"Hey! Piano girl is back!" He said. I looked to my right to see the tuba player and the trombone player smiling at me. I smiled meekly in return.

"Hey." I said. I had spoken to the tuba player at the last rehearsal, joking about how many measures of rests we both had, but I never actually learned his name. He was quite attractictive, and the trombone player and him seemed to know each other well. I didn't know her name either.

"Where have you been the last few weeks?" He asked me.

"Piano lessons. I have them most mondays." I stated. He nodded, and opened his mouth as if he were to say something else, but the concert master stepped onto the podium to begin tuning. "Whenever you're ready, Caroline." The conductor said. The woodwinds and brass tuned, then the strings. I waited to begin rehearsing.

"God, I have so many measures of rest in the beginning of the Copland." The tuba player sighed.

"Me too. And all the basses are in the way! I can't see the conductor!" I groaned.

"I have the same problem. I call them "The Great Wall of Uprights." Tuba-boy joked.

"Creative, and suitable. I like it." I replied.

Rehearsal began, and I found myself talking to the tuba player every second we weren't playing. At break, I remained in my seat, as the percussion section allowed me minimal room to leave.

"What're you working on?" The tubist asked me.

"Here, take a look." I handed him my book, and continued to play.

"Wow, you sound amazing. You must be very talented." He nodded, not expecting my ability. I was only fifteen, after all.

"You're pretty good at tuba." I returned the compliment, not expecting this praise from someone I didn't know the name of.

"Oh please." He scoffed.

"You must be at least good enough to get into this orchestra," I countered, "so that has to count for something." Tuba boy nodded his head, relenting.