"Do you have a phone? Someone text Rachel!"
"Rachel! Oh my God!"
We. were. AWESOME! We really were. My solo was drowned out, but only because of the tears. We kicked ass on an intergalactic level. You have to watch the video to understand. The video which I am currently attempting to upload with no avail. But when I do, please comment and tell me what you think of our performance. We were so pumped. Afterwards, everyone went up to the balcony. I was sitting with Gaby when the sophomores class was introduced. "Oh the sophomores are coming on?"
"Yup," I told her.
"Oh... there was a beat of silence before she smiled big and said, "I HOPE THEY FAIL!" We both cracked up the second she said that, because we knew that even against our arch enemy class, Gaby is incapable of being that evil. The sophomores did well though, and in all fairness, they were more showy than ours was...But we had better vocals :)
Class Day eventually ended around sixth bell. I caught up with Rillon and I was in NO mood to go to my study hall...or history class...or English class for that matter. That's when we noticed the good sized amount of amps, plugs, and band equipment which needed to be moved back to Mr. Stuckey's room. So with the help of him and John, I became an honorary techie for the day. Or bell technically. I moved a keyboard, a drum set, and at least two amps (or one amp twice X) to Mr. Stuckey's room.
But it was what happened during the one move that didn't go to Stuckey's room. The second Rillon and I had moved the keyboard back into the piano room, I saw Lucas and Diamond walk by. I thought he'd left. "Lucas!" I yelled, shooting outside. Both him and Diamond turned around in response to me. "My mom wants a picture with us." I said. Lie. I was the one that wanted a picture with him. She just thought it was a nice idea.
Lucas agreed and Diamond asked if we needed him. "Diamond, we actually can use you to take a photograph." He'd called it a photograph. I couldn't remember the last time I'd heard it called a photograph. Diamond worked the camera for us, looking like he was holding back crying. He nodded with a strong face when the picture was taken, a face that was so obviously being plastered on because he was school president. He handed the camera back to me when Lucas turned to me and out of nowhere gave me the nicest compliment I'd ever gotten in my life. This was a compliment so kind and sincere that even though I knew full well I didn't deserve it, I shot to my notebook the second I could, grasping to his words trying to preserve everything he'd said. This was what I was left with.
"Someday that will be you. Everyone in that auditorium will be cheering for you," Lucas had said. "When you first came here I thought you would need my assistance. But now I see that you are perfectly capable of doing it on your own. You have I bright and prosperous future here." He smiled at me. "And you know I mean it."
I couldn't talk. There was no way I deserved those perfectly beautiful words. No one had ever said anything that kind to me before. Ever. I now see that what I should have done was shouted "Lucas, you are the coolest person I ever met! I wish I had every class with you! I wish I got to talk to you all the time! You don't care what anyone thinks, you're just yourself. And in just being yourself that's what makes you SO INCREDIBLY COOL!" There are so many things I should have said, or been able to say. But I was shell shocked by the kindness. All I could do was say, "Thank you Lucas. Thank you so much." I gave him a hug seconds afterwards. No one can be that nice to me and expect to leave me without a hug. Diamond smiled.
"One good best friend's all you need," he said when I let go of Lucas. Lucas laughed in return.
"Always worked for us," Lucas said to him before responding to me. "You're welcome, and I will see you over the summer." I had no clue how he was arranging that, but he was Lucas Wozniak. Woz. I was well aware only mere fools doubt him. Then the two of them walked away together, as they should have. Both of them, leaving my life. For now at least. I hoped not forever.
The high I was on during the compliment was no where near gone. On the way back down to Stuckey's room is where it hit hardest. You know that type of happiness you get at those rare beautiful moments in life when you're so uncontrollably, deliriously, stupid happy that you just want to bottle it up and keep it forever? I was that. Times two. There was still feeling in my shoulders where Lucas had hugged me. I couldn't control my smile apparatus. In the empty hallway between the black box and the band hallway, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I looked behind me, took a running start, and burst up into one of those big cheesy High School Musical jumps, hands in the air, feet bent under me, and all. Lucas Wozniak thought I had potential. I, Alexxandra Rouse, was smiled upon by Lucas Wozniak. I, Alexxandra Rouse, had received praise from Lucas Wozniak. I, Alexxandra Marie Cecilia Rouse was told that I have a bright and prosperous future ahead of me, by LUCAS WOZNIAK!!! My life was officially complete. After all, how could I ever ask for anything more??? :)
I spent the rest of the day in the band room with John and Rillon making up improvs about how apparently John and I had deep and passionate relationship and that if I were to run into the arms of Rillon, I would just get hurt again...Keep in mind, Rillon and I are dating and last time I talked to John, he thought my name was Aubrie. Yeah, if these guys ever wanted to set down the saxophone, I'm almost a thousand percent sure the drama department would happily welcome them :) Then there was Paige who let me know I "Rocked you solo! Me and Jamila were SO worried about people singing loud, and then you got to your solo and we were like 'WHOA!'" I think I'll just let her keep thinking that :)
I didn't even have to leave right away. I called my aunt and told her I was going to Coffee Emporium and went to look at apartments. (Don't worry it wasn't an actually lie. We walked past Coffee Emporium :)There was one on Central Parkway, that was beautiful. All shiny and warmly colored, and well kept. Rannie seriously called the office about getting an application. I was so proud of her. She sounded so grown up with her extensive vocabulary and calm tone of voice. It turned out there were no vacancies. We were sad, but there was another place at 700 Walnut that looked pretty from the outside...turns out it was a law building XD Worth it though. On the way back we all talked about what it would be like if we could actually do this. "We could each have double lives!" Robyn said. Then she let out an incredible, awesome, patented Robyn gasp. "We could write a book!"
"Called double life!"
"And the book could be turned into a play and the play could be made into a movie and the movie would be so successful that it could then spin off into a TV show," I said with a huge smile on my face."
"It could work!" Rannie said. "Like we meet there on the weekends. All of us can be like 'Hey can I go to Robyn's? Hey can I go to Alexx's?"
"Hey can I go to Rannie's?" I finished. "And it wouldn't be a lie because it would technically be our place!" We walked all the way back to where the bus stop awaited Rannie and Robyn and my aunt sat with a cigarette in hand, awaiting me. I smiled at the thought of my great day and how I was already living a double life. And thought about how if it were up to me, I'd never leave my art school one. :)
Oh, and on a less sentimental note, let's review. Today I performed in a choir, danced in it (kind of), practiced the few piano songs I learned in the band room while hanging out with jazz geeks, moved all the needed equipment that needed to be moved, and wrote down Lucas's compliment. Think about the SCPA majors. Vocal, Dance, Instrumental, Tech, and Creative Writing. If I draw a picture today, I have officially contributed to every major beside my own :)