This was all what would have happened if this muffin called Fenix didn't die from an accident!!
Muffin. Died. From. An. Accident. And. The. Freaking. World. Collapsed.
My system said it right to my face and, may God bless his heart, turned back time.
Double standards. He didn't turn back time when I got embarrassed by playing with literal kids.
Guess when.
Right when I was going to the company to when I was performing in the spring concert.
Good thing: We were playing consensus and Rise of The Bladesmith.
Bad thing: The head wasn't working. What I mean by that is no sound or a low sound coming from the flute.
I tried the flute again, and it turned out that it was my problem.
So I looked around and guessed how many of my crushes I saw there, man.
TEN. I am definitely joining band class next year.
Wait, isn't this like pedophilia?
No.
It's fine. No one knows. One side of my brain said.
It's not fine. Pedophilia is a crime.
Police! I see a criminal within my sight.
[Memory extraction started]
[Memory extraction finished]
Not gonna lie. I was really feeling bored now.
So I went over to someone in my band class and talked to her.
We were in the same band class for half a year, but I still don't know her name.
"Hi. What is your name?"
"Hi. My name is Sherly."
Sherly (my long-time crush) said with an awkward smile.
"My name is Hope. It's funny how we have been together in the same band class and I still don't know your name."
That was it.
That was the end of our conversation.
Wyatt, my other long-time crush, was also there.
The only reason I knew his name was due to the fact that my music teacher called him once before the class. He played bass.
I like him, along with another fifteen people in my class.
That never changed for half a year I was here for.
Fenix was also here. I didn't remember him in band class ever. Might have been due to the fact I didn't talk to him or due to the fact that I might or might not have a crush on him (still do), but he belongs to Damion.
He reminds me of Bollywood dramas by the amount of "trust in their husbands" by what Indian serials or dramas call it or rather "stupidity" by what viewers call it.
I am one of the readers.
He looks good, but his taste is not so good.
The teacher called like the grade sevens first, and then she called us.
I walked up to the door and opened it and saw that we were sitting on chairs below with the crowd not up in the stage.
I walked right back.
"You are supposed to sit there,"
Nuh, uh.
I walked right up to my chair and sat in it.
Liam Sache, that son of a biscuit, was the mc.
Wonder why I hate him?
He kinda stole my girlfriend.
I looked at his face and thought.
"She was mine, she-she just didn't know it yet."
The concert started for me and the rest of the band class.
Bladesmith was so easy.
Consensus, not so much for me.
I didn't practice at all. I have a good reason for that.
The guy in the stupid reddit story wasn't listening to me. Like the audacity not to.
I played the flute so well that these muffins clapped right in the middle of the performance.
That was a pause in the middle of the performance, not the end.
Stupid muffins.
The performance ended fast for me.
Mainly due to the fact that I played one note.
I am bad with my flute, okay. Don't judge me.
Once I finished, I walked out of the cafeteria.
I felt hot. I was hot.
At that moment, I realized that I didn't need a crush for drama anymore. I only needed myself.
I used up all my philosophy skills for this one.