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A beautiful hum of twenty-something students all playing their instruments in harmony, bounced off the wall. Malcolm the director, gave many pointers and would lie about just one last time until all students were left glancing at the clock at every opportunity they had. Three o’clock to four-thirty. Even though the concert director wishes it to be, three o’clock to six in the evening, he doesn’t want his kids to leave. But as much as he doesn’t want to, they must leave eventually, and with his final words towards their performance.
Stands began to clang as they were put away were heard amongst the ruffling of sheet music. Students were putting away their instruments carefully. The cupboards covered in whiteboard marker, notes about pieces to be photocopied and the students' names that needed them were being rubbed off and new notes were added. Soon, the lights were being turned off and the fans started to slow. Students rushing to leave the music room, some however stayed behind in need of help with music or extra rehearsal towards a specific piece.
“Erwin, come here for a moment,” Malcolm called out from behind the piano.
“Yes?” Erwin questioned half curious and half scared.
“Since you are the Music Director I want you to be the person that helps to coach the prodigy that's transferring here from Clandestino,” he said. “I’d like for you to show him around and help him adjust to the ensemble and let him know of the rehearsal schedule.”
Erwin just nods with a small smile. He loved the idea of being able to help someone and having a prodigy means that his school has an even better chance of scoring well in competitions. He walked back over to his violin case double-checking that it was zipped and secure before leaving the now hot music room.
Walking out to the deserted school car park, hours after school had ended was always a strange sensation. Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon was like this, getting out late from Malcolm's stubbornness towards his students leaving. He loved music pretty much more than anything. It was his ticket to the real world, a scholarship, the chance to compose and play scores for films. But right now that was just a fantasy. So he had to deal with the fact that he’s a year 11 in secondary school with a lousy job at a bar, but for now, he was content.
The engine of his car began to rumble as the lazy afternoon sun glared over at him. He turned up the music drowning out the ideas and the stresses of exams slowly creeping up around the corner. But for now, at least he didn’t have to care about that. The only thing giving him any kind of worry was what kind of person the kid he has to coach into ensemble life would be like.
Clandestino he wondered. He knew it was a school without the best funding or students. Would the kid fit into that stereotype? A lot of things crossed Erwin’s mind on his journey home.
He heard a creak and looking over in its direction and saw his dad with a basket of laundry. “Erwin take the dog for a walk will you, he’s been all cooped up in here.”
“Mhm,”
He loved taking Beane for a walk it always helps him to clear his mind and honestly Beane is too cute for him to pass up. As much as he loved taking Beane out for walks he didn’t love having to find his headphones, music was the key to his life, it was his life and walking without it was his hell. Finally, music was to his ears, after an eternity of finding them and untangling them.
A lazy evening was always Erwin’s favourite. Hardly any cars driving by, a gorgeous red sky shifting with purple hues. An adorable black fluffy puppy dog running along at his side. Lazy evening runs with Beane helps clear his minds, he hadn’t even thought of the kid he’s taking under his wing. He doesn’t even know when he’s going to show up, is he coming Friday or Monday or even Tuesday with the first rehearsal, he’s confused and excited. He hasn’t even told his friends, not that he would, they’re not music students to say but none the less he still loved them as if they were his family.
Turning back around after doing his third lap of the neighbourhood both him and Beane were knackered and began a calm warm down back to their house. After entering tired and sweaty, his father smiled and told him dinner was ready, the thought of the mystery kid far from his mind.