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The room was a lot smaller than she had imagined. Two men and one woman sat in
front of the piano at a desk. They all had binders resting on their laps, open to
empty lined pieces of paper. She felt fear and anxiety grab her around the throat
and squeeze.
Hi, she says nervously. Her voice quavers, and the little voice in her head tells herto stop being such a baby.
Hi, come on in, said the shorter of the two men. He looked through a file lying
open on the table, holding his horn-rimmed glasses slightly away from his nose to
see better. Violet Parker?
Yeah, thats me. Violet fiddled with her hands as she approached the piano. She
noticed they were clammy, so she wiped them on her skirt.
The man with the horn-rimmed glasses looked up at her. Perfect, he said, flashing
a smile that would make even an orthodontists jaw drop. Do you have a resume?
Oh, yeah, its right here, said Violet, digging through her messenger bag. She
pulled out a brown file and handed it to the other man, who already had his arm out
to take it. He smiled at her as he passed the resume to the woman sitting next to
him.
Violet smiled back politely and stood there as the woman read her resume. There
was an awkward moment of silence.
The woman looked up, staring expectantly at Violet with big brown eyes. Her
eyebrows moved slowly up her forehead. Are you going to sing?
Violet started. Oh! Now?
Please, the woman said coolly.
Right. Violet walked over to the piano and hit her starting note. She hummed it,
feeling the vibration of the note loosen the grip on her throat. She inhaled.
Ive heard there was a secret chord
That David plays and it pleased the Lord
But you dont really care for music do youViolet felt like her mouth was frozen shut. She glanced over and saw that the
woman was staring at her, and that the two men gazed at the floor. She had to do
something if she was going to get this spot. She opened her mouth wider and took a
deep breath in.
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Violet swallowed. I think they want us to wait out here.
Oh, okay. He looked at her. And Im fine, really. He glanced down. Actually, I
was at the door trying to listen to you. You sounded great, by the way. He looked
up at her again and gave her a small smile.
Really? Violet said, her eyebrows raised. They didnt seem to think so.
Theyre crazy, then, he said. Violet felt her cheeks warmed and willed her face not
to blush, which made her blush even more.
He didnt seem to notice. Nice song choice, too.
What are you singing? she asked.
The door opened behind them and the man with the horn-rimmed glasses stepped
out.
Thomas Gray?
Thomas nodded and lifted his hand slightly. Thats me. He started to walk into the
room, but as he turned to close the door he smiled coyly at Violet.
Thomas smiled coyly. I guess youre going to have to listen at the door to find out.
And with that, he closed the door.
Violet smiled to herself as she watched Thomas disappear behind the door. She
turned around to walk away, but then stopped herself. She looked around. There
was no one else in the hallway, so she timidly approached the door.
She leaned against it, but heard nothing. With another quick glance around, she
pressed her ear against the door and listened. She heard some mumbling and some
laughter. She frowned the people running the auditions sounded much more
animated than they had been with her.
There was a moment of silence.
Suddenly a few bouncy chords sprung from the piano.
Im not surprised
Not everything lasts.
Ive broken my heart so many times,
I stopped keepin track.
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I talk myself in,
I talk myself out,
I get all worked up
Then I let myself down.
Violets eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. Hes so good!
I tried so very hard not to lose it.
I came up with a million excuses.
I thought I thought of every possibility.
Violet could tell Thomas was putting everything he had into this song. She grimaced
as she wished that she had done the same.
And I know someday thatll all turn out,
And youll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, that I give so much more than I get.
I just havent met you yet.
I just havent met you yet
Thomas drew out the last bar as the song came to a close. Violet paused for a
moment, stunned by how good his performance was. I dont stand a chance
She started when she heard a knock at the door. Confused, she raised one eyebrow
and opened the door slowly. She saw Thomass face break into a big smile.
I thought I should warn you before I open the door, he said.
Violet opened the door all the way and Thomas walked out of the room. She shut
the door and turned to face him.
You were really fantastic! she said in amazement. I didnt know you had to be
that good to get in to this school--
Who said I got in? Thomas said with a playful grin. And you were that good too,
you know. In fact, I think I may have a little competition.
Violet rolled her eyes. Yeah, right. Youre a shoe-in. You sang it and played it on the
piano. Me, on the other hand I barely opened my mouth when I was in there. And I
sang it a cappella.
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He raised his eyebrows. I think you need to give yourself some credit. Theyre not
looking for perfection. Theyre looking for someone they can teach. He gave her
another winning smile.
TOMMY!
Violet and Thomas both jumped at the shrill shriek l that sounded behind them.
They both turned around to see a tiny blonde girl clapping her hands excitedly.
I didnt know you were auditioning! she squealed in an unnaturally high voice as
she pranced yes, pranced over to Thomas and gave him a big hug around his
middle.
Yeah, well, my dad finally realized that I hated hockey, so he let me audition,
Thomas said, leaning over to hug the girl briefly before they broke apart. But I
figured youd be auditioning.
Yeah, well, you know, she said, resting a fingertip on his chest. Her eyes flashedmomentarily to Violet and then back to Thomas.
But this didnt go unnoticed. Becca, this is actually, I dont think I got your
name, he laughed.
Violet glanced quickly at Beccas face. Her eyes were only slightly narrowed, but
Violet could tell that Becca was already assessing her.
Violet. Violet Parker.
Becca gave her a tight smile. Are you auditioning too, then?
Violet hesitated before her reply. She felt like everything she said was being judged,
like every statement she made to this girl would be compartmentalized in her brain
and used against her later.
Yeah. It was sort of on a whim, I guess.
She was really fantastic, Becca. You should have heard her, Thomas chimed in.
Becca smiled at Thomas and then turned back to face Violet. Her smile remained on
her face, but unlike when she smiled at Thomas, her smile wasnt as warm.
I wish I could have. It would have been interesting to hear, she commentedcoolly.
Violet caught the slight pause before the word interesting and inferred her
meaning. Maybe I did make a mistake coming here
Rebecca Morris? called a voice.
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They all turned to see the man with the horn-rimmed glasses reappear in the
doorway of the audition room.
Oh! Thats me! Becca said brightly, raising her hand. She turned and grabbed
Thomass hand and looked at him. Want to grab a coffee after Im done? Its really
been too long, Tommy.
Thomas smiled. Sure, why not? Ill wait.
Becca squeezed his hand before she let go. She turned to Violet. It was nice
meeting you, she said, pursing her lips in a half-smile. And with that, she skipped
over to the doorway and disappeared into the audition room, humming to herself.
Violet watched her as she left. Then she back to face Thomas. Well, I should
probably be going. It was nice meeting you, Tommy.
Thomas winced. Actually, its just Thomas. I Becca just likes to call me that.
Violet tried to refrain from laughing, but a smirk crossed her face. Okay, well, bye
then, Thomas.
See you on your first day here, he said with a grin.
Violet opened her mouth to once again voice that she didnt think she was going to
get in, but he raised a hand to shop her. You just watch. I know youre going to get
in.
Violet gave him a playful glare before sighing and nodding curtly. Sure. Well see.
She smiled again. Bye.
She turned away from Thomas and walked down the hallway. She smiled all the way
to her car in the parking lot. As she turned the ignition on, the radio blared loudly,
since shed forgotten to turn the volume down before shed turned off the car.
And I know that we can be so amazing,
And being in your life is gonna change me.
And now I can see every single possibility
Violet looked at the radio, stunned. Then she laughed as she changed the gear to
drive. She sucked in a big breath and belted out the words, singing the way sheshould have sung in her audition.
And I know someday thatll all turn out,
And youll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, that I give so much more than I get.
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I just havent met you yet!
She sounds like a little nightmare, said the girl with the mop top of curly, frizzy
red hair. I still dont get why you want to go there. You know that school is just
going to be filled with little divas and divos like her, right?
It wont be that bad, Cindy, Violet said to her longtime friend sitting across from
her. She took a sip of her strawberry-banana smoothie, her usual at Bells and
Whistles, their favourite hangout caf. As she looked across the table at her lanky
best friend, she thought about all the laughs and tears they had shared in this tiny,
grungy caf. She was pretty sure they were the only two regular customers that
ever came to the B&W. Theyd come to the caf so often that the owner just let
them fix their own orders themselves behind the counter while he sat in the back
and watched wrestling. The two friends were never concerned that their private
conversations were overheard, as the owner listened to the wrestling matches so
loudly, even they were able to keep up with who was winning and who was knocked
out.
Cindy rolled down the sleeves of her blouse (or rather, her brothers shirt that she
stole) and gripped her vanilla latte with both hands. The caf was always freezing.
Violet looked at her friend, clearly amused.
And did you seriously just use the word divo? she laughed.
Cindy shrugged. Well, thats what all the guys will be like! Divos. Total ego-
maniacs.
Im sure they wont be, Violet said, shaking her head. She paused for a moment
and bit her lip, wondering if she should divulge her secret to her friend. I mean,
that one guy I was talking to definitely wasnt a divo
Cindy shot her friend a look of disbelief, rolled her eyes and then dropped her head
on the table. She was always one for the dramatics.
What? Violet said, poking her friend in the head.
Cindy lifted her head and shot her friend a glare. I hate you, Vi.
Violet laughed. What? What have I done now?
Cindy rolled her eyes. Oh, nothing. Nothing. I just hate you with every fiber of my
being for no reason at all.
Violet raised one eyebrow. Please. Enlighten me.
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Honestly, its a wonder youre not deaf. Ive been calling you for ages. I can hear
your music from down here. Whats the point of headphones if I can still hear your
music?
Violet put on her best poker face. Inside, she was seething. But on the outside, she
knew she had to look calm and just try to get through the lecture she knew she wasgoing to receive.
Sorry, mum.
Hows your room coming along? her mother asked sarcastically. From all the
stomping around I can hear from downstairs you must be getting a lot done.
Its getting there, Violet replied. She was lying shed been dancing around
while listening to her music and had gotten very little cleaning done.
Her mother sighed angrily. You know, if you just tidied up a few minutes every day
it wouldnt take you an hour to clean you room! And could you stop stampingaround? Youre driving me up the wall.
Sorry, mum.
Her mother rolled her eyes. Dont be sorry. Just get it done. And with that, she
walked away. Violet could hear her mother walk into the kitchen and open the
dishwasher. She heard the loud clanging of dishes.
Violet walked back into her room and closed the door. Tears welled up in her eyes
and she blinked them away. She hated when her mom did things like that.
She put her earbuds back in and hit the play button. Music blasted from the earbudsso loudly that the sound began to crackle. She spun her finger around the track on
her iPod and the music grew quiet. She picked up her favourite pair of jeans and
folded them.
Violet heard a knock on the door. Her heart jumped a bit as she looked around her
room. There were piles of clothes in each corner of the room. Her desk was covered
in papers. Her bed wasnt made. She breathed in nervously, and then scrunched up
her nose. Why did her room always smell so bad?
Just a second! Violet called. She grabbed each pile of clothes one by one and
stuffed them in her closet. Her closet was overflowing before she put the last pile in,so she kicked that pile under her bed. She quickly straightened the pile of papers on
her desk. Nothing could be done about her bed in time, so Violet sighed and opened
the door just wide enough to see her mother stood there with the phone in her
hands.
Its someone from that school, her mom said, as she handed Violet the phone.
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Violet stared at the phone blankly for a moment. She took a deep breath and
nodded. She took the phone from her mom and held it to her ear.
Hello?
Hi, Violet Parker? This is Vince Stewart from Hudson Conservatory Secondary
School. How are you doing?
Violet felt her stomach flip. She recognized the voice it was the man from her
audition with the horn-rimmed glassed. Well, thank you.
Good. Well, I was just calling to talk to you about your audition. I have to say, we
were skeptical at first. You seemed very unsure of yourself.
He paused here, as if expecting a response. Violet just let out a small laugh in reply.
She felt frozen.
But then it looked like you started to feel more comfortable, and you soundedgreat! You have a lot of natural talent, Violet. But you could use a little technical and
theoretical study to hone that talent. So, with that said, Id like to offer you
acceptance to the conservatory.
Violet let out a rush of air and smiled. Really? Thank you! Thank you so much! She
looked at her mother, who smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.
Congratulations! Youll be receiving a package in the mail sometime in the next few
days. Just fill out some of the forms and come by the school to meet with a
counselor wholl set you up for September.
Okay. Thank you very much.
Youre very welcome. Were looking forward to seeing you on the first day. Take
care.
Thank you. Bye.
Violet took the phone away from her ear and pushed the end button. She let out a
small squeal of delight and looked at her mom. I got in!
Im so proud of you, honey! her mom said with a smile. Her mom gave her a hug.
Over Violets shoulder, her mother got a glimpse of her daughters bedroom. Shesaw a sleeve sticking out from under her closet door, and saw that her bed was still
not made. She got a whiff of the room and broke away from the hug.
Violet, what have you been doing up here? Youve gotten nothing done!
Violets smile faltered a bit. Sorry, mom. Ill get on it now.
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Her mom took another look around her daughters room and frowned. She shook
her head slightly and walked down the hall.
Violet closed the door to her bedroom and leaned up against it. Her faded smile
stretched across her face again, and she let out a sigh of relief. Nothing could kill
her buzz now she was going to the conservatory.
Thomas felt the hairs on his arms stand on end as he entered the chilly arena. He
clutched his arms close to him and walked through the stands towards the bench
where his father stood.
Arthur Gray held his whistle in his mouth, ready to blow into it. His eyes moved back
and forth as he followed his players skating back and forth on the ice.
One of the players slipped as he sprint-skated through center ice. He almost fell
over but regained his composure and tried to continue skating. But when he pushedwith the foot he had slipped on, he almost fell over again. From the bench, Arthur
could hear him let out a groan of pain. He huffed into the whistle sharply and took
the whistle out of his mouth.
Ferris! Get your ass in gear! Stop being such a pansy!
Shawn Ferris struggled to propel himself forward with his injured foot, but he
stumbled and winced again. The rest of his team sped past him as he started to
push only with his good foot, going at half the speed he had been going before.
Arthur raised his arms angrily, as if he were asking a question. What are you doing,Ferris? Get moving! For Christs sake!
By this point, Thomas had reached his father and scowled at him.
Dad, would you calm down? Hes hurt. Relax.
Arthur turned to face his son and saw that Thomas green eyes were slits. It
frightened him sometimes to see the contempt his son had for him. He remembered
a time when those green eyes looked up at him in admiration. Now he didnt see
anything like that at all. But Arthur shook it off.
If that happened in a game, hed have to keep playing, he retorted.
No. You would bench him, Thomas replied. Why are you training them anyways?
Its summer.
Weve got to be ready for the new season, Arthur stated, as if it were obvious.
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Thomas looked away from his father. He watched his former teammates skating up
and down the rink. There was no longing to join them he had never liked the game
with the same ferocity as his father.
I got in, Thomas said simply, still not turning to look at his father. Arthur had
never been good at concealing his initial reaction on his face, and Thomas didntwant to see what his father thought about his news.
He was right. Arthurs face fell slightly as his son delivered the news. His dream of
sharing hockey with his son was over. Acceptance to the conservatory meant that
his son would be too busy singing in choir Arthur almost cringed at the thought
to play on his team.
Thomas peeked at his father out of the corner of his eyes. Arthur saw this glance
and nodded curtly, but said nothing. Thomas stuck his tongue in his cheek.
Yeah. So, Ive got to swing by the school this afternoon to hand in some forms and
stuff. Can you give me a ride? Thomas asked.
Sure. After practice, though. His father turned his attention back to the ice, where
his players were all skating slowly, dragging their feet in fatigue.
Pick up the pace, guys! Four more laps!
As Thomas turned and started to walk away, he ran a hand through his dark, wavy
hair. Yeah, he thought, I really dont miss this.
Violet knocked on the open door and took a peek into the small yet quaint officetucked away in the main office of the Hudson Conservatory Secondary School. The
room was filled with colourful motivational posters with slogans that said things like
Shoot for the moon. Even if you fall short, youll land among the stars! Violet
stifled a laugh.
A thin, older woman with blonde hair turning gray at the tips turned around in her
swivel chair to face Violet. The smiled and peered at her visitor over the edge of her
large glasses which magnified her eyes to almost twice their size.
Well, hello there! the woman said, her voice thick with a southern accent. Come
on in, honey. Have a seat.
Violet tentatively entered the guidance counselors office and sat down in a cushy
chair in the corner of the small room. She felt herself sink into it and wondered how
she was going to back get up delicately in her short jean skirt at the end of the
meeting.
Hi, Violet said with a smile.
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So you must be Violet Parker. Well, welcome to Hudson Conservatory! You must be
very excited, the woman said warmly. Im Mrs. Wendall, and Im the guidance
counselor for students with last names in the second half of the alphabet. So if you
have any questions or problems when youre here, you just come pay me a visit,
okay?
Okay, Violet said, put at ease by the apparent friendliness of her new guidance
counselor. She relaxed and sank down into the comfy chair.
Weve got your transcripts from your old school, and I dare say you have nothing to
worry about there, Mrs. Wendall said with a kind smile. All we need for you to do is
to sign these forms, she said, passing Violet a few papers and a pen, and thats it!
Youll officially be a student here!
Violets hand shook slightly as she neatly signed her name beside the Xs marked
on the forms. After she finished, she passed the forms back to Mrs. Wendall, who
took them with another one of her warm smiles.
Youre all set! Now, there are a few things you need to know related to your majors.
Youve selected to take drama as one of your two majors, is that right?
Violet nodded.
Perfect. Well, as auditions dont take place until after first semester for the drama
course, youll be taking the open drama course with everyone else. Your drama
teacher, Ms. Ferris, just said to bring, and I quote, your smile and your enthusiasm.
Violet saw Mrs. Wendalls eyebrows raise slightly at this, but she continued.
However, Mrs. Griffith, your vocal teacher, has asked that everyone prepare a solo
for the first day of class for diagnostic purposes. So make sure you have somethingready.
Violet felt her body stiffen and her breath stopped short. I have to sing a solo? On
the first day?
Mrs. Wendall seemed to sense Violets concerns and reached over to pat her hand.
Im sure you have nothing to worry about, my dear. Its not for marks at all. Its just
so she can see where everyone is at with their training.
Violets eyes widened. Training? What training? Oh my God.
Mrs. Wendell gave her hand another pat and then stood up. She reached out a hand
to help Violet out of the chair, and Violet smiled slightly. Her guidance counselor
could read her like an open book.
It was very nice to meet you, Violet. And dont fret, dear. Im sure youll have a
wonderful time here.
Violet nodded and offered a small smile. I really hope youre right.
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Violet looked down at the page she held out in front of her as she stopped in the
middle of the hallways. Bodies rushed past her, heading to their various classrooms.
She looked down at the number on the top left hand corner of the page. 1226. She
looked up at the lockers that lined the left hand side of the hallway. 1189, 1190
She felt a force hit her from behind. Her paper flew out of her hands and she
instinctively put her hands out to stop herself from crashing into the floor.
Not a good place to stop, noob! someone shouted from down the hallway. She
looked up and saw a tall brunette laughing with a group of friends. Among them was
Becca, who flashed Violet an unconvincing smile before turning the corner and
disappearing down another hallway. Violet felt her cheeks burn and she brushed her
hair out of her face.
Are you alright? said a deep, rich voice from behind her. Violet spun around and
looked up at the boy who held out her paper for her. She took the paper slowly andfelt her face burn even brighter.
Those girls they can be kind of nasty. Id stay out of their way for a bit if I were
you, he said with a kind smile.
Thanks, Violet said meekly.
I couldnt help but notice that your locker is next to mine. Want me to show you
where it is? he asked.
Violet sighed in relief. Yeah, thanks. I thought Id never find it.The boy let out a chuckle and gently put a hand on her shoulder. Its this way.
They walked down the hallway together and turned to the right. Violet walked about
half a step behind the boy for two reasons. The first was because she had no idea
where they were going and was more than happy to let him lead the way. The
second was to get a better look at him without him noticing.
He was pretty tall with light brown hair that was short and well-kept. His white t-
shirt and Levis jeans were well-fitted and stylish. Everything about his look was
classic, except for his shoes. His Converse were scuffed up and dirty, and the ends
of the laces were frayed.
He moved over to the side of the hallway and stopped in front of a bank of lockers.
He leaned up against a locker that already had a blue combination lock on it and
nodded towards the unoccupied locker next to it.
Welcome home, he said.
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Thanks, Violet said, opening her locker door. She put her messenger bag down on
the ground and knelt down to dig through it for her lock.
How do you know your way around so well? she asked, digging through the
various pockets of her bag.
The boy shrugged. Im a senior, he said nonchalantly.
Violet glanced up at him. Oh!
The boy smiled playfully. What? Did you think all seniors are big bad wolves out to
make a fool of the new kids?
Violet blinked. N-no. Not really. The boy raised his eyebrows. Okay, she
conceded. Maybe I did. But thats what the seniors were like at my old school.
The boy chuckled. I promise I wont be like that. But I cant guarantee anything
when it comes to Lauren and her friends. When Violet gave him a questioning lookhe dryly added, Thats the girl you had the pleasure of meeting earlier.
Violet felt the lock in her bag, grabbed it, and stood up. Oh. That brunette who was
walking with Becca?
Whos Becca?
Shes a junior too, Violet answered as she put her lock on her locker and snapped
it shut. I met her when I auditioned.
The boy rolled his eyes. Thats so like Lauren, to cultivate a mini-me the first
chance she gets. He smiled again. Are you all set?
Set for what? Violet asked tentatively.
He laughed and put his hand on her shoulder again, gently leading her back in the
direction from which they came. Did you think I was going to let you wander
around aimlessly again trying to find your first class? He pointed to her paper.
Vocals with Griffith. Its in the basement.
He had a way of making Violet feel completely welcome and comfortable but at the
same time feel awkward and inferior. He exuded an easy-going attitude. She
wondered if he acted this friendly with everyone.They proceeded to make small talk as they headed downstairs. She discovered that
the boys name was Henry Wells and that he was a vocal and dance major. While
they were walking Henry would occasionally touch her arm lightly and draw her
attention to something in the school, acting like a tour guide.
And that bench is where are the anime club kids eat lunch, he said, gesturing to a
blue bench in the foyer. He pointed over to a window in a wall. Behind it was a room
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filled with music and band posters and a bunch of microphones. Thats the radio
room, where our DJs play live requests at lunch.
They walked down the staircase and down to the end of the hallway. The last room
on the left was already filled with students chatting to each other. Violet looked into
the room nervously, and then turned back to Henry. As she did, a loud bell sounded.
Shoot! I made you late for class! she said, worried that shed just given her new
friend a reason to hate her already.
But Henry just shrugged. Actually, I have first period spare. So Im not late for
anything.
Violet looked at him incredulously. Why would you come to school early then? On
the first day, too!
Henry smiled and his amber eyes glinted. Because you never know who you might
meet.
Violet smiled and felt herself blush again. Then she saw Henry look over her
shoulder. You better get in there, he said, looking into the classroom. Violet turned
around and saw the students inside taking their seats. She turned around to face
Henry again.
Thanks again for helping me out.
He nodded. Sure. See you around. Henry gave her another smile and turned,
putting his hands in his pockets as he walked down the hallway.
Violet watched after him for a moment, and then remembered she was late forclass. She quickly spun around and rushed into the classroom.
The seats were arranged in a semi circle. At the front of the room, to the side, was
an older-looking wooden piano. In the center of the wall at the front of the room was
a blackboard. An unusually small woman stood with her back to the students,
writing her name on the board. Mrs. Grif-
Violet turned and looked for an empty seat. She saw Thomas seated at the end of
the back row, who smiled at her and gave a little wave. She waved back and started
to move in his direction, but stopped when she realized that the only seat next to
him was occupied by Becca, who gave Violet a curt smile.
Violet looked around for an empty seat. The only one she saw was front row center.
On one side of the seat was a girl with jet-black hair hunched over her deck. Her
hands were covered in black as she scribbled on a piece of paper furiously with
charcoal. On the other side was a boy with long, side-swept sandy blonde hair. His
face was tan and his blue eyes locked on hers. At first Violet detected a little
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sting as she struggled to keep up with what everyone else seemed to find so easy.
She felt relieved when Mrs. Griffith motioned for them all to sit at the end of the
warm-up, but knew that she still had to get up in front of everyone and sing. She felt
like she swallowed a rock her throat was dry and her stomach felt heavy.
Alright, then, Mrs. Griffith said. Who wants to go first?
Immediately the entire class dropped their eyes and avoided eye contact, fidgeting
in their seats or twiddling their thumbs. However, Isaac and Beccas hands shot up
immediately they glanced over at each other briefly, sizing up their competition.
Thank you, Mrs. Griffith said to the two of them. Her eyes moved back and forth
between the two, trying to decide who would perform first. Ladies first, I guess,
she said, her eyes landing on Becca.
Becca smiled and hopped out of her chair. She pranced up to the front of the room
and took a spot in the center of the semi-circle of chairs.
Give us a little introduction of yourself, Mrs. Griffith said.
Becca nodded enthusiastically. Okay. Hi, my name is Becca Morris, and Ive been
singing since before I could talk. Isaacs hand flew to his mouth to stifle a laugh.
Music is my passion, my life, and my art, Becca continued dramatically. I hope
you enjoy this number I threw together for you.
Becca gave her body a little shake as if to warm up. She buzzed her lips and started
humming different notes, trying to choose which key to begin in. She found one,
hummed it, and closed her eyes. Isaac turned to look at Violet and his eyes grew
wide. He pursed his lips together, trying to prevent laughter again.
Becca let out a sigh and opened her eyes. She plastered a big smile on her face and
took another, longer breath. As she let the breath out, she began to sing in an
unnaturally peppy and bright tone.
Hey, look out for that moving van driving down the street!
You better lock up your man before he meets
The new girl in town, who just came on the scene.
The new girl in town, cant be more than sixteen,
And shes got a way of making a boy act like a clown,
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa!
We dont know what to do with the new girl in town.
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Becca bounced slightly as she sang, the curls in her blonde hair springing up and
down with each bounce. Her gestures with her hands were choreographed and
looked somewhat like interpretive dance. Isaacs head was buried in his arms,
resting on his desk. Violet could see that his shoulders were shaking slightly, which
almost made her laugh too, but she bit her lip and turned back to face the front.
Shes hip so cool.
Im gonna get her after school.
And yet wed like to be like her,
because shes the kitten that the cats prefer.
There was no denying that Becca was talented. She was pitch-perfect and stylized
the song with well placed licks and ornaments. And her song selection suited her,
and her voice.
The new girl in town has my guy on a string.
The new girl in town hey, look! Shes wearing his ring!
I cant stop crying, and so in my own tears Im going to drown.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa!
Cause he wants to rendezvous with the new girl.
We kinda sad and blue yes its true, girl.
Wed like to say to the new girl in town.
The new girl in town.
As the song finished, Becca smiled and covered her mouth bashfully before turning
to Mrs. Griffith. Was that alright?
Yes, that was lovely, Mrs. Griffith said. A great start to our first solos. She turned
to face Isaac. I believe you wanted to go next.
Isaac nodded and stood up. That I did, maam, he said as he marched past Becca
on his way to the front of the room. Now that he was standing, Violet could see hisoutfit better, and her jaw almost dropped. She didnt care too much for fashion
herself, but she knew that if Cindy could see what Isaac was wearing, shed
probably pass out. Violet learned everything she knew about fashion by default.
Cindys room was plastered in fashion editorials and posters. Every time she was
done with her Italian Vogue (which she subscribed to every year) shed give the
magazine to Violet with colour-coded sticky notes as to which looks Cindy thought
she might like. Violet recognized the signature style of Isaacs Levis jeans, and
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Mrs. Griffith turned to face Isaac with a sort of half-smile. That was good, Isaac. But
you really mustnt do that to your voice. But thats alright, because thats what
were here for, isnt it? I think a little training would serve you well.
The class grew very quiet. A smirk spread across Beccas face and she sat up a little
straighter. Isaac just blinked and then lowered his eyes. Other classmates startedlooking around at each other, confused by how Mrs. Griffith didnt approve of Isaacs
performance, which they had all loved.
Mrs. Griffith wasnt fazed. Right, then. Whos next? She looked around the room.
Students shrunk down in their seats and avoided eye contact. After watching Isaacs
seemingly good performance be torn to shreds, no one wanted to put their head on
the chopping block.
No one? she asked, looking around the classroom. Alright, then how about
you? she said, looking at Thomas.
Okay, he said, standing up and walking up to the front of the class. It seemed likethe students were collectively holding their breath, waiting for the next performance
to be up for scrutiny.
But Thomas seemed calm as he turned to face the class. My name is Thomas Gray,
and Im really happy to be here at the conservatory, he said. I needed a change,
something different. And Im looking forward to working on my music again. He
turned slightly to Mrs. Griffith. Would it be alright if I played the piano as well?
Mrs. Griffith pursed her lips slightly before she opened her mouth to speak. Id
rather you just sing. Id just like to hear your voice and assess where you are with
your singing. This isnt a talent show, she added with a forced smile.
The students gave each other wide-eyed looks and whispered comments. Violets
eyes were glued to Thomass face, expecting to see some sort of resentment or
panic or something cross his face. But nothing did. He just nodded.
Okay. He took in a few deep breaths with his eyes closed. Finally, he opened his
eyes, took a breath, and began to sing his song.
I am colourblind,
Coffee black and egg white.
Pull me out from inside;
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready.
Thomas voice was warm and full it filled the whole room. The room was still and
silent as everyones eyes were fixed on him.
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I am taffy stuck and tongue-tied,
Stutter-shook and uptight.
Pull me out from inside.
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready.
I am fine.
The song drew to a close, and the class applauded politely. Everyones eyes were
fixed on Mrs. Griffith, waiting for her response.
She smiled at Thomas. You show great musicality, especially with your use of
crescendo and decrescendo. Nice work.
The class let out a collective sigh of relief and began to applaud again, this time
with a few cheers and whoops. Thomas smiled.
Through the applause, Mrs. Griffith turned to Violet, who was beaming at Thomas.
Would you like to go next, my dear?
Violets smile faltered and the colour drained from her face. She nodded and stood
up. She walked up to the front of the room where Thomas was still standing. Her
eyes landed on the scratch on his forehead the scratch she had given him only a
few weeks ago. He gave her an encouraging smile and took her by the shoulders.
Knock em dead, he said. Violet still looked terrified. Breathe, he added, and
suddenly Violet let out a rush of air. She had forgotten to breathe that whole time.
Thomas chuckled. Just start with your name. Easy, right? He gave her a pat on the
shoulder before he returned to his seat. Violet turned to face the class and felt her
eyes sting with tears. She froze. Her classmates stared at her, and then started to
look at each other questioningly when she did not do anything. Violet felt like
bolting out of the room. She looked at Thomas who smiled and nodded at her.
MynameisVioletParker, she spat out, her words crashing together. She let out a
shaky breath and continued. I I just really like music, I guess.
Great intro, dumbass, she thought to herself. Really compelling stuff.
She looked at Thomas again, who crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Shesmiled, feeling a little more relaxed. But only a little.
Lets just get this over with, she thought. She took a breath and began to sing
before she could change her mind.
Three little birds sat on my window,
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And they told me I dont need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet.
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
She was doing the same thing she did in her audition and she knew it. She couldntsing softly, quietly, hoping no one would hear her anymore. As she looked at
Thomas again, she remembered how she sang when she was alone in her car, and
she took the opportunity to sing like that again.
Maybe sometimes weve got it wrong, but its alright.
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same.
Dont you hesitate
A smile spread across Violets face as she saw some people nodding their heads the
way they had done when Isaac sang. It fueled her performance as she felt the music
building up in her, ready to be released.
Girl, put your records on!
Tell me your favourite song.
You go ahead, let your hair down.
Sapphire and faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead let your hair down.
Youre gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
As she wrapped up her song, applause sprung from her audience. She beamed as
she quickly walked back to her seat and sat down. Isaac turned to her and gave her
shoulder a squeeze.
Girl, that was amazing! he said, and Violet felt her cheeks warm. It didnt help
when she looked around and saw Thomas smiling face again. He made another silly
face that made her laugh, but also made her blush more.
Alright, settle down, Mrs. Griffith chided.
Violet tensed up, bracing herself for Mrs. Griffiths response to her performance.
Mrs. Griffith paused before speaking, eying up Violet and narrowing her eyes, as if
trying to think of what to say.
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Not bad, Mrs. Griffith said quietly, and turned to a blonde boy sitting in the back
row. How about you next?
Violet sighed in relief. It was over. Shed survived her first solo.
After vocal class, Violet had math, which was the bane of her existence. She wasnt
bad at math in fact, it was one of her best subjects but she despised the
tediousness of the work and the fact that there was only one right answer for every
question (except the ambiguous case, but those questions just pissed her off).
There was little room for critical thinking or creativity in mathematics, and so Violet
had never really liked that class. Fortunately, Isaac was in that class with her, and
Isaac also hated math. They spent most of the class whispering about Youtube
videos and Harry Potter when they were supposed to be doing a review package.
They walked together to the cafeteria after math, hoping to beat the lineup at to
buy their lunch. But when they saw what was on the menu for that day, they knewthat there was no need to hurry to get a spot in line for food. No one would want to
eat the paper thin burgers or dry, crusty pasta that was being served. They both
looked at the lunch in disgust and left the small lineup in search of a vending
machine.
Five minutes later they were sitting down at a table tucked in the corner of the
cafeteria. In front of them was a small mountain of candy bars and bags of chips.
Isaac took a bag of chips and tore it open. It may not be healthy, but its a hell of a
lot better than the food they have here, he said before popping a salt and vinegar
chip in his mouth.
I dont know, said Violet, digging through the pile to find the box of Smarties she
knew theyd bought. That food looked like it might kill us. Can we even call that
food?
They both giggled.
How nutritious, said a playful voice from behind Violet. She turned her head and
saw Henry looking down at her. She smiled, and then realized her mouth was filled
with chocolate and immediately closed her mouth. She used her hand to cover her
mouth as she spoke. Hey!
Hey. How was your first class?
She shrugged. It was alright. We had to sing solos. I thought I was going to throw
up.
SHUT UP, she thought to herself. Dont talk to him about barfing! You idiot.
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She almost choked on a Smartie and started coughing. When she caught her breath,
she glowered at Isaac. Im not going to ask him. Are you crazy? Hes a senior. She
tried to change the subject. Who are you going to ask?
Suddenly there was no smirk on Isaacs face. Violet could almost see him put on a
mask. Im not going to ask anybody. Its girls ask the guys, remember?
Well, maybe someone will ask you, Violet said, eating a few more Smarties.
Maybe Ill ask you, as friends, of course.
Id say no.
Ouch! Violet said, mock offended. Why?
First of all, youre way too smitten with that guy, Isaac said. He lowered his eyes.
And Id say no because I dont want to go with a girl. He sighed, blinked, then
looked up at Violet. Id love for some guy to ask me, but as its girls ask the guys, I
dont think theres any chance of that happening.
This didnt come as much of a surprise to Violet. She had a sneaking suspicion that
her new friend was gay. But she had never thought about how hard something like a
Sadie Hawkins dance could be, and she felt enormous sympathy for the boy who sat
across from her.
That really sucks, she said. Id never really thought about that.
Isaac looked back down at the table, and Violet felt a tug at her heart. She didnt
want her new friend to feel like this, especially on his first day at a new school.
Shed already grown attached to Isaac, even though theyd only just met.She grabbed a purple Smartie and threw it at Isaacs face. It his him just above his
eyebrow, and he jumped in surprise. He touched his hand to his forehead and
looked up at Violet. What was that for?
Violet smiled teasingly. For turning me down, you jerk!
That coaxed a smile out of Isaac, and he chuckled. Ill tell you what. If you dont
ask Henry to the dance and on Friday night you find yourself flying solo, Id be
happy to be your date.
Violet threw another Smartie at his face, which he picked up and threw right back ather. She lifted her hands to shield her face and laughed as the Smartie missed her.
Done deal.
At the last bell, Violet walked from her biology class to her locker. The weight of the
textbooks she was assigned on the first day of school tugged on her shoulder as
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Sweet sixteen gift from my parents. Isaac answered the unasked question as he
adjusted the rearview mirror.
I wish, Violet breathed, buckling up.
Isaac put the key in the ignition and the car roared to life. He pushed a button and
suddenly music was pounding loudly all around them. Violet felt her chest vibrate
and pulse to the bass and her head pounded.
I LOVE THIS SONG! Isaac shouted over the music as he reached over and turned
the volume dial. The stereo crackled as the music grew even louder. Violet
instinctively covered her ears and laughed. Isaac rolled down the windows and they
felt the warm September breeze whip their hair around.
As they rolled out of the parking lot, Isaac sang loudly over the music. He sang
differently than he did in their music class he shouted the words, not caring in the
slightest what he sounded like.
From all the drugs the one I like more is music.
From all the junks the one I like more is music.
From all the boys the one I take home is music.
From all the ladies the one I kiss is music.
Isaac nudged Violet, trying to encourage her to sing along. She laughed as she
joined in, though not as loudly as Isaac.
Music is my boyfriend. Music is my girlfriend.
Music is my dead end. Musics my imaginary friend.
Music is my brother. Music is my great granddaughter.
Music is my sister. Music is my favourite mistress.
Violet giggled and stuck her hand out the window, feeling the air rush by it as they
sped down the road.
After ordering their drinks (two grande mocha lattes) they sat down in the burgundy
velvet armchairs by the window at the front of the Starbucks. Violet took a sip of her
drink and sighed.
Youre right, she said to Isaac. A mocha latte fixes everything.
I told you! Chocolate makes everything better.
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J.K. was right, Violet conceded. With the chocolate thing. When Harry has to eat
chocolate after he passes out from the Dementors, she said, taking another sip of
her drink.
YOU READ HARRY POTTER?! a voice burst out from the counter where customers
wait for their drinks. Violet jumped in surprise and nearly spilled her drink down thefront of her shirt. She turned to look at the girl who asked her the question.
A small, thin girl with rich, dark skin and thick square glasses looked back at her
from over an Entertainment Weekly magazine with Darren Criss and Chris Colfer on
the cover. Her brown eyes were so dark they were almost black. Her straight, shiny
black hair hung just past her shoulders, and the front pieces of her hair were pinned
back with a small clip. She wore a vest over top of a gray shirt, skinny jeans, and
Converse. Around her neck hung a necklace with a teddy bear on it. Her face lit up
in recognition and surprise, and she had a big, goofy smile on her face that made
her eyes crinkly in the corners.
Violet realized she was staring at the outgoing girl and blinked to snap herself out of
it. She was still somewhat startled by the random outburst of this total stranger.
Um yeah. I do, Violet said slowly, nodding her head. She knew she didnt need
to ask if the girl read Harry Potter too that much was obvious.
Oh, cool! the girl said with her goofy smile.
The barista put a drink in front of the girl on the counter. One tall Tazo Chai, she
called out.
Thats me! the girl said brightly, raising her hand slightly. She grabbed the drinkand turned around. At first Violet thought she was going to come over to sit with her
and Isaac, but the girl didnt even look at her as she walked over to the door,
opened it, and walked out of the Starbucks.
Isaac burst into laughter as soon as the door had closed behind her. What the hell
was that?
I have no clue, Violet said, stunned. I guess she just really likes Harry Potter.
You think? Isaac said, still laughing. He tried to collect himself. I think I saw her at
school today.
She goes to our school?
Yeah, Im pretty sure. Actually, I think I saw her walking down the hall with your
new boyfriend, Isaac said with a smirk.
Violets heart sank a little bit, but she tried to seem composed. Hes not my
boyfriend, she said pointedly.
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Uh huh, Isaac said, rolling his eyes before taking a drink.
Violet felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She took it out and saw that she had a
message from Cindy.
As if she knew by some sixth sense what Isaac had just said, Cindy had texted, Let
me guess. Youve found even more boys to flock around you? LOL How was your
first day, honey?
Violet smiled and texted back, I did! But he bats for the other team. And my first
day was comme ci comme a. How was yours?
Isaac stretched his neck to try to get a peek at her text. Who is that?
Violet put her phone back in her pocket. Its my best friend, Cindy. I think youd
really like her. I know shed love what youre wearing.
Isaac smiled. I like her already. The three of us should hang out this weekend. I wasthinking of having a small kick back at my house after the Sadie Hawkins dance. You
two should come.
Violet raised her eyebrows. A kick back?
Its bigger than a party and smaller than a get together. Honestly, Violet, Isaac
shook his head. First the mocha latte thing, and now this? You dont know anything,
do you?
Violet kicked his leg under the table. Shut up, she said. And that would be cool.
Ill ask her.
A kick back? How charming, said a snide voice. Isaac and Violet turned to see
Becca and Lauren standing next to their table looking down at them. But Lauren
here is having a big after party, so I doubt anyone would want to go to yours. No
offense, Becca said.
Violet put her tongue in her cheek and said nothing.
You could come to my party though, if you want. Im inviting a bunch of new juniors
to get them socialized, Lauren added. The way she said socialized made it
sound sinister and malicious, but she laughed it off. Everyones coming, so I guess
you guys could come too.
Violet looked at Isaac, silently willing him to say no. But he shrugged.
Sure. We might stop by, he said.
Cool. The event info is on facebook, Lauren said.
See you then, Becca added before the two girls walked away.
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When they were out of earshot Violet kicked Isaac under the table again, but this
time she kicked him hard. He let out a small yelp.
What was that? she hissed. I dont want to go!
She made it sound like lots of people were going, Isaac explained. I dont want to
start off the year as being the lame nerd who didnt go to the popular girls party.
And besides, Isaac said, lowering his voice, I bet Henry will be there.
Violet narrowed her eyes but said nothing and sighed in defeat. Isaac smiled in
triumph, knowing he had won. He was going to help his new friend whether she
liked it or not.
As Becca climbed into Laurens SUV, she looked at her new friend in disbelief. Why
did you invite them? she asked incredulously.
But Lauren looked unfazed and smiled at her protg mischievously. I have two
reasons, she said as she turned the key in the ignition and the engine revved to
life. One, that Isaac kid has all the makings of a kid who could be one of us, she
said matter-of-factly. Hes obviously got money. Look at his ride and his clothes.
And you said he was talented. You said hes your only competition in your vocal
major class, she said, giving Becca a side-long look. Rich and talented thats
who we need to associate ourselves with.
Why? Becca said hesitantly, not wanting to seem stupid in front of the senior girl
who had taken her under her wing.
Lauren rolled her eyes and huffed. People come to the Hudson Conservatory for
one of two reasons, she explained, as if talking to a child. The first reason is
because they think theyll have a grand old time singing and dancing and that their
life will be like one big musical, she said, her voice was filled with disdain. And
then there are people like us. Ambitious. Talented. Determined. Were the ones who
are going to be on Broadway, or opening an exhibit of our work in the MoMA, or
dancing for Alvin Ailey, or accepting a Tony or an Oscar. Were the ones who are
going somewhere. And we need to associate ourselves with other people who are
going somewhere, and not people who are doing this for the hell of it. She glanced
at Becca. Get it now?
Becca nodded slowly, unsure of how she felt about what Lauren said. Got it.
Lauren nodded curtly. My second reason for inviting them to my party is because I
saw Henry talking to that girl today. And you said she was talking to Thomas when
you saw her at your audition. And we cant have that. She needs to be put in her
place. Which well do at the party. Thomas and Henry will both be there. And so will
we. And so will she, she said ominously.
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What are you planning? Becca asked.
Nothing really. I just want her to see where she lies on the social ladder. Maybe
then shell realize that neither of the boys will ever see anything in her, she said
simply. And Thomas and Henry will see that too. And then theyre as good as ours.
They drove for a moment in silence, and Becca contemplated what her new mentor
had told her. She had known that joining the upper class social circle at the
conservatory would mean that manipulation and ambition would be a part of every
aspect of her high school life. But it was just the first day and already she felt like
she was floundering. But she tried not to let it show. She put down the sun visor and
looked in the mirror on the back of it, trying to look collected by casually fixing her
hair. So, she said nonchalantly, how should we ask Thomas and Henry to the
dance?
Lauren let out a sharp laugh, and Becca wondered what she said wrong. Honey,
youre cute, she said somewhat condescendingly. Were not going to ask them.
Becca blinked. Were not?
Lauren shook her head. Nope. Were going to ask two other boys. When Becca
raised her eyebrows Lauren added, Were going to make them sweat. See that
were desirable. They like us, Im sure they do. But they might not act on it. But
once the green monster Jealousy takes over them, theyll act on it. Lauren glanced
at Becca and saw that she was unconvinced. Trust me, she said.
Becca looked at Lauren for a moment and then turned her head to look out of the
window at the buildings and cars going by. Okay, she conceded. I trust you.
The rest of the week went by in a flurry of get-to-know-you activities, forms,
diagnostic tests, and other mind-numbing first week staples. Violet and Isaac spent
the week virtually attached at the hip, both happy to have someone to pass the
school day with. Everyday after school they went out for coffee in Isaacs car,
always blasting the radio with the windows rolled down. Violet was glad that she
had found a friend in Isaac. She missed Cindy a lot, but it was nice to have someone
else around in such a new environment.
Of course, she also had Henry to guide her. They talked to each other when theypassed each other in the hallways and at her locker. He had stopped walking her to
her first class, though, and although she no longer had trouble finding it, she wished
hed still walk with her.
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Thomas felt the dew of the grass wet the tips of his shoes as he walked across the
conservatorys field to get to the front doors of the school. The air was wet and
slightly cool, so he decided to pull up the hood of his sweater. As he did, he reached
up and touched the mark that still remained faintly on his forehead. He smiled a
little, remembering how he got it.
You look like Harry Potter, doing that, Thomas heard a voice say beside him. He
looked and saw a fashionably dressed boy he recognized from his vocal class.
Isaac, is it? he asked tentatively.
And youre Thomas, Isaac said with a smile. Nice job the other day with your solo.
It would have been nice to hear the piano with it too.
Yeah. Id practiced for so long too.
They reached the doors of the school and walked inside.
Isaacs eyes moved up to the light mark on Thomas head. Where did you get that
from?
Thomas touched the mark again. You know Violet? In our vocal class? Well... oh
man, this is kind of embarrassing, he said with a nervous laugh. I was listening at
the door when she went in for her audition, and when she came out, she opened the
door and hit me in the head. He shook his head, remembering how embarrassed
hed felt when he was talking to her. I think I made her feel really bad, but it was all
my fault. I tried to play it off cool, though.
Isaac smiled knowingly. His new best friend had two boys smitten with her. If only hehad such luck.
Anyways, Thomas said with a shake of his head, bringing himself back to the
present, are you going to the dance tonight?
Yep, Isaac replied, Violet and I are actually going to get ready together. And were
going to Lauren Robinsons party afterwards. What about you?
Thomas blinked. Yeah... youre going with Violet? he asked.
It clicked in Isaacs head what Thomas must have been thinking and he
backtracked. Oh! No, its not like that. I bat for the other team- He choked on hiswords. He resisted the impulse to clamp his hand over his mouth. Hed only just
came out to Violet, and now all of a sudden he was blabbing about his sexual
orientation to anyone he came across? It was so unlike him. At his old school, he
couldnt have been deeper in the closet.
But Thomas didnt bat an eye. In fact, he looked somewhat relieved. Oh, okay, he
said. Yeah, Im going to the party afterwards too. So I guess Ill see you there.
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Youll see me there too, Tommy.
Both boys simultaneously spotted the small blonde girl approaching them in the
hallway, and both boys felt the same dread and annoyance at her presence.
Hey, Becca, Thomas said with an obligatory smile. Youre going to the party too,
then?
Becca tossed her hair over her shoulder. Please, she scoffed, Im practically
planning it. Lauren wants it to be a huge hit. And it will be. She smiled at Thomas.
So I might see you there, I guess, if Im not to busy with Ben.
Ben who? Isaac asked dubiously.
Ben MacDonald, Becca retorted, as if everyone should know who Ben was. Hes a
dance major. His father works for Research in Motion as a physicist.
Isaac bit his lip to stop himself from asking why it mattered what his father did. ButThomas just smiled at Becca. Thats nice, he said.
Becca smiled back and gave the two boys a little wave. Well, Ive got to go meet
Lauren. Ciao!
After she walked away Isaac let out a little chuckle, and Thomas turned to look at
him.
Sorry, Isaac apologized. I shouldnt laugh. Shes your friend-
Shes- well, shes... Thomas interjected, but he didnt know how to finish that
sentence. To be honest, I thought she was going to ask me to go to the dance withher. Im... glad she didnt. But I guess that means Im flying solo tonight.
You should come and get ready with Violet and me! Isaac suggested.
Thomas face lit up. Really? Are you sure?
Yeah, itll be fun! Were heading to my house right after school. You should come
with.
Okay! Wait, Thomas sighed, I dont have any clothes with me or anything. I dont
even have my wallet.
Isaac brushed off Thomas concern with a flick of his hand. We can stop at your
house on the way to my house. Im driving anyways.
Thomas smiled. Alright then. Thanks.
No problem. Itll be fun, Isaac said, happy to extend his circle of friends he was
making at the conservatory. He felt a warm feeling spread through him that he
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hadnt felt at his old school, and knew at once that the sensation came from the
acceptance and belonging he felt at the Hudson Conservatory. He glanced over at
his new friend and smiled. Yes, things were going to be different this year.
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Violet stood at her locker, gathering her books for her first two classes of the day.
She felt light carefree, humming to herself. She knew it was going to be a good day,
and nothing could possibly bring her down.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Henry approaching. When he got to his locker
he turned and smiled at her.
Good morning, he said.
Hey! she replied happily.
Excited for the dance tonight?
Yeah, she said. What about you? Band is performing, right?
He nodded. Yeah, were performing a few songs halfway through the dance. He
lowered his eyes for a moment, and then looked back up at Violet, hoping shed
catch his meaning. But for the rest of the dance were not going to be playing.
Violets heart jumped as she realized what this statement implied, and her mind
began to whirl as she tried to decipher whether or not he had said that purposefully,
while simultaneously trying to seem somewhat composed on the outside. he had
forgotten how much work it was having a crush.
If she was going to ask him to the dance, it was now or never. Isaac had said that he
wouldnt mind if she asked Henry. She almost mustered up enough courage to ask
him before she caught herself. If he said no, shed never be able to face him again
without her face turning beet red. She liked that he talked to her, that she had a
cool senior as a friend. If she asked him and he declined, shed ruin that. So she
held back.
Then I guess Ill see you there.
Henry dropped his gaze and pretended to be busy looking for something in hislocker. He had thought that maybe she was going to ask him. He didnt understand,
so he asked a question he wasnt sure he wanted to know the answer to, trying to
appear casual.
Have you asked anyone?
Well, Im taking Isaac, she answered.
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Henry felt like his heart fall into his stomach. Oh, he said, unable to think of
anything else to say.
Violets mind was racing. She tried to think of a way to hint to Henry her real
intentions without wearing her heart on her sleeve, so that if he responded
positively she could open up more, but if he responded negatively she could play itoff cool. A hint...
Save me a dance? she blurted out without thinking.
Yeah, Henry responded too quickly. I mean, yeah, for sure.
The school bell rang, indicating that it was time to start heading to class. There was
a flurry of movement around them as students headed to their first period
classrooms.
Well, Henry said as he closed his locker, see you around, Violet.
Later, she said, clutching her messenger bag and turning to walk away. As soon as
she had turned around her face broke out into an enormous smile that she couldnt
help.
Henry watched her figure walk down the hallway. As soon as he was sure she was
out of sight, he literally jumped up and down once.
And from behind the set of double doors at the end of the hallway, Lauren watched
the scene unravel, seething. She turned on her heel and walked away, her mind
already whirling.
.....................................................................................................................................
.
At the end of the day, Violet, Isaac, and Thomas all headed out to the parking lot,
giddy with excitement at the prospect of the fun evening before them. Thomas
climbed into the passenger seat of Isaacs Audi (with about the same reaction as
Violet had given it the first time she saw it) in order to give Isaac directions to his
house to pick up his things.
They drove all the way to Thomas house with the windows down, radio up,
screaming the lyrics to Dynamite and laughing hysterically. Secretly, all three of
them were happy to have found friends like this the first week at their new school.
As they pulled into the driveway at Thomas house, Thomas undid his seatbelt.
Ill be back in a second, he said as he opened his car door. But then he paused.
Wait, is this a dressy dance, or is it casual? he asked, looking at the other two.
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Isaac clapped his hands together once. Never pass up an opportunity to rock a
kick-ass outfit.
Thomas raised an eyebrow at Isaac, who laughed. Ill help you pick something out.
Mind if I come in?
Not at all, Thomas said. He turned to Violet. Youre welcome to come in, too.
The three friends climbed out of Isaacs car and walked up to Thomas house. The
door was unlocked and the three of them walked in.
At the end of the narrow entrance hallway, Thomas could see his father standing
over the stove in the kitchen. He didnt say anything as he lead the three of them
down the hallway. He thought he could duck up the stairs on the right side of the
end of the hallway unnoticed, but sure enough, his father turned around and looked
confused and slightly annoyed at finding two strangers in his house.
Whoa, son, you should really ask before you invite people over, you know, hesaid, narrowing his eyes.
Were just grabbing some stuff and then were heading back out, Thomas
grumbled.
Oh. Alright then, his father mumbled. There was an awkward silence before he
added, Arent you going to introduce me to your friends?
Thomas sighed and nodded in the general direction of his friends. Violet, Isaac, this
is my dad. Dad, this is Violet Parker and Isaac Fischer.
Arthur Grays eyes narrowed again as he scrutinized his sons new friends. His eyesonly fell on Violet momentarily. She seemed ordinary enough and passed his
inspection for now.
But then his eyes landed on Isaac. The boys hair was styled and pin straight, and
his outfit, a burgundy knit sweater with gray skinny jeans, shiny black boots and -
was that a necklace? - did not pass his immediate inspection. But he refrained from
saying anything about it - hed talk to his son about it privately when he got the
chance.
Violet noticed the scrutiny Isaac seemed to be under and gave him a sideways
glance. Isaac shifted uncomfortably but seemed to be holding Mr. Grays gaze. Shefelt a stab of sympathy for Isaac.
Thomas must have noticed too, because he jolted everyone out of the tense
moment by saying, Can we go now, Dad?
Arthur nodded. Sure. But I need to talk to you for a second first.
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Thomas stuck his tongue in his cheek. He really didnt want to do this right now, but
he knew he had no choice. He gestured for his friends to head up the stairs. You
guys can go up if you want and start picking out an outfit. First door on your right.
Ill be up soon.
Violet and Isaac exchanged glances but said nothing. They both headed up thestairs.
Once Thomas heard the door to his room shut, he rounded on his father. Really,
Dad? Right now? What could possibly be-
But Arthur was already walking towards the kitchen. Thomas let out a scowl and
begrudgingly followed his father.
Arthur leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms. Thomas stopped in
the doorway of the kitchen and leaned against the door frame.
What?
Dont take that tone with me, his father warned. You should ask before you invite
people-
Dad, were just stopping in! Thomas argued.
Thats not all. Arthur paused, uncomfortable with the situation. Why are they
here?
Thomas huffed. Theyre helping me pick out an outfit for the dance tonight. Is that
a problem?
Is that girl your date? his father asked.
That girl has a name. Remember when you made me introduce her? And no, Violet
is not my date. Shes a friend, Thomas said scathingly.
Arthur paused and pursed his lips together. He breathed through his nose heavily
and tried to collect himself before responding. Let me get this straight. You and
your two girlfriends are here to pick out a pretty outfit for you?
Thomass jaw dropped and he felt his face heat up. He turned around with every
intention to storm out of the room, but instead he turned back to face his father. Hisface was red and his jaw was tight.
You know, youve said a lot of stupid things before, Dad, but I think this one takes
the cake. He paused, clenching his fists. He felt like throwing something at his dad,
or hitting him, smacking the ignorance out of him. But he knew that wouldnt
change anything.
I hate you. Those are my friends. Dont you ever talk about them like that again.
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He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room and down the front hallway. He
saw Violet and Isaac coming down the stairs with some of his clothes, and he
walked to the front door and opened it for them, trying to show them that they
needed to leave right away. He wanted to get out before his father screwed things
up even more.
But his father called after him.
This is why I didnt want you going to that school in the first place! I knew it would
turn you into a girl!
Violet and Isaac rushed out the door when they realized that things had escalated
between Thomas and his father. Thomas made sure his friends were out before
slamming the door behind him without a second glance at his dad.
The three friends stood on the porch, motionless. Thomas face was beet red, but it
wasnt anger anymore - it was from humiliation. Tears stung at his eyes and he
blinked them away. Hed always known that his father was a mans man, but hednever known that he was homophobic. And now his dad had scared off his two new
friends. Hed blown it.
He looked up to apologize to his friends (if he could still call them that) and he
expected to see two angry sets of eyes glaring at him accusatorially. But instead, he
saw that Isaac and Violets eyes were filled with nothing but concern and sympathy.
He shook his head, unable to form an apology that would suffice. But Isaac and
Violet understood, and they each hugged one side of Thomas. The three friends (for,
despite what Thomas had thought, they were still friends) held on to that moment
of silence, which was not uncomfortable or awkward. It was everything they needed
to say.
.....................................................................................................................................
.
The silence continued in the car (a rare occurrence in Isaacs Audi) and in Isaacs
room on the other side of town. Thomas munched angrily on Cheetos, his fingers
turning a florescent orange, on a beanbag chair in the corner of the room. Violet sat
at Isaacs desk, using a small mirror to apply powder to her face. She occasionally
turned the mirror slightly to steal glances at Thomas, who seemed to be trapped in
his head.
Isaac had tried to make his guests feel at ease. The minute his friends had settles
with their things in his room, he ran down the stairs two at a time and went to his
kitchen to grab all the comfort food he could find. Though he had been affected by
what had happened at Thomas house, he knew he could sort through his feelings
later. At that moment, he needed to help his friends.
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But the comfort food hadnt helped, and the three friends sat quietly in Isaacs
room. Isaacs mind ran through conversation starters, and he wondered if he should
ask if anyone wanted to talk about what had happened. But he decided against
opening that can of worms.
He looked around his room, looking for something, anything, to cheer his friends up.His eyes landed on his old school boom box, and he got an idea.
He crossed the room and pushed the power button on the boom box. You guys
dont mind if I play some music, do you? he asked.
Violet shook her head silently. Thomas didnt respond and chomped down on
another Cheeto.
Okay then, Isaac said, turning the dial on his boom box. The bass started crackling
in the speakers, and as Isaac turned around he saw a smile break out on Violets
face as she recognized the song.
Oh my God, I havent heard this song in forever!
Isaac smiled and broke out some retro nineties dance moves as he sang the first
few lines of the song.
Everybody, yeah, rock your body yeah,
Everybody, yeah, rock your body right.
Backstreets back, alright!
Violet put her makeup brush back in her bag and turned around in her seat to faceIsaac. She began to seat-dance and laughed as Isaac grooved to the boy band song.
Oh my God, went back again.
Brothers, sisters, everybody sing.
Gonna bring the flavour, show you how.
Gotta a question for you. Better answer now, yeah.
Violet stood up and pretended to hold a microphone in her hand as she took the
next part of the song. Isaac took this as his cue to back her up vocally. He lookedover at Thomas, who looked like he had no intention of joining in.
Am I original? (Yeah)
Am I the only one? (Yeah)
Am I sexual? (Yeah)
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At this, Violet and Isaac did outrageous hip-thrusting dance movements, and
Thomas put down the Cheetos.
Am I everything you need?
You better rock your body now!
At the chorus, both Isaac and Violet crossed the room and danced like fools in front
of Thomas, who was beginning to crack a smile.
Everybody, yeah (yeah)
Rock your body, yeah (yeah)
Everybody, yeah
Rock your body, right
Backstreets back, alright!
The dancing and singing became too much for Violet, who had started giggling so
hard during the chorus that she doubled over, clutching her stomach because she
was laughing so hard that it hurt. Thomas rubbed his face as he laughed at how
ridiculous his two friends were being, and put a hand on Violets shoulder to steady
her.
Isaac, still dancing like a lunatic, flailed his arms and hopped up and down to the
music, until he accidentally knocked over a stack of books sitting on the table next
to Thomas beanbag chair. This brought on another onset of giggles, and Violet
laughed so hard that she collapsed on top of Thomas in the bean bag chair.
Isaac jumped on top of Violet and the three friends, now in a human pile, lost
balance and fell out of the chair and onto the ground. Now, all three of them were
laughing hysterically, and their troubles from earlier that afternoon were
temporarily forgotten.
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