Impressions pt 2

Matthew

I heard shouts of laughter as I went to the studio. It was a girl's so it was probably Mel. I never thought it would be Cassiopeia. That girl just sits around all day, staring blankly into space.

"Cassie," I saw Kasey lift her up and spin her into circles. She was obviously enjoying it, since she's not telling him to stop. What is Kasey doing touching a girl carelessly like that?

So she knows how to laugh, too. She always looked so serious I thought there was something wrong with her facial expression. She looked scary when she's angry, too.

"Since when did those two become so friendly?" I asked Landon as I put down my bags.

"Hmm...Let me think. Since you stopped coming to practice," he said sarcastically.

"I told you I was visiting my hometown for a while," I said defensively.

I did went to my hometown for a few days. He didn't seem to have a problem with it before I left.

"Do you think we didn't notice that you've been avoiding her?" he said, referring to Cass.

"I don't," I lied. “I’m not avoiding her.”

"You don't talk to her," he continued.

"I do," I said.

"He does," Kasey said, popping out of nowhere. "He told her to pass the salt when we were out eating last Friday." He said, chuckling. What a traitor. I thought as I glared at him.

Now I just felt like I want to gag him up and throw his body in the river. Might as well shut him up forever. I gave him a murderous glance. He gave me a peace sign and silently went away.

"I'm not telling you to be best friends with her, just make some effort, okay?" Landon said. “We’re going to work with her for quite some time and I can’t work properly knowing that you two aren’t getting along.”

Thank goodness Landon wasn't a girl. He could have made a good nagging wife. He was stubborn enough as he is.

He patted me on the back and went to join Kasey and Cassiopeia. Even he seemed to have gotten along well with her. I wonder if it's just me who’s getting the weird vibes in here.

Since Clark was nowhere in sight, I went to the music room instead. There I found Mel playing with the keyboard. They were both small, Cass and Mel. Mel just looked a bit more mature. Maybe because of all the make up. Make up really does make wonders.

"What are you doing here alone? The rest are playing outside," I said. Although they should be working instead of playing. But I’ll let it pass since everyone deserves break.

"I'm glad she's finally warming up to them," she said, genuinely concerned.

"Why? Doesn't she have any friends?" I asked. With that attitude of hers, I’ll bet she doesn’t.

"Nah. On the contrary, she's actually pretty famous in school," she said proudly. Well, that’s news.

"She doesn't look like it though," I carelessly said, thinking of the temper tantrum she threw at me when we first met.

"I know right," she chuckled. "She likes to keep to herself but she can be really crazy at times."

"Like Kasey crazy?" I asked. I don't think anyone could be worse than Kasey. But if that were really true then that explains why the two of them got along so well in just a short period of time. They probably do run in the same wavelength.

"Like Kasey crazy!" she affirmed.

We heard a crash from the next room and before somebody else gets hurt, I officially declared that playtime was over. I had a lot of catching up to do and I guess the guys knew that, too. They didn't argue and we practiced nonstop for the rest of the day.

I thought of what Landon told me earlier and I did try to talk to her during breaks. But I never got the chance. It's either I couldn't find her or she was busy doing something or I was being called in to practice again. I don't think Landon could blame me for that.

I got called by our manager in the afternoon so I had to leave for a while. I thought it was a short meeting but it was already dark when I got back. The studio was still open so I thought the guys were still around.

Classical music flowed from the room as soon as I opened the door. It sounded so...heavenly. I thought I was the only person in the room when I heard a thud towards the desks.

The room was already dark and the lights were turned off. The only illumination was the light from street posts outside that casts a gloomy shadow in the room. I'm not really afraid of ghosts because I believe there are bad guys everywhere. So I took the golf club that stood in the corner just in case.

I opened the lights and was about to swing it when I felt myself propelled into the floor. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Cass. If you're expecting a romantic scene where the girl falls on top of the guy, please don't. The stupid girl had me on a headlock.

"C...Cass...ie," I barely got the words out as I tapped on her arm as hard as I could. I think I'm out of oxygen. I think I just had a taste of what happens with wrestlers when they get on the ring.

She seemed to have realized she's already killing me and decided to let go. I breathed in a lungful of air and coughed as I pulled myself into a sitting position.

"What the hell!?" she shouted at me. She was standing up, hands on her waist. "I nearly killed you!"

At least she knew, I thought, still gasping for air. "You should have said something," I retaliated.

"Someone was swinging a club at me and you want me to scream first? Are you stupid?" she asked, her voice rising an octave.

She's right. Shouting before attacking would have gotten her killed if I was a murderer. In which case I wasn't. Which nearly got me killed instead. I should be mad right now but I can’t even do it since what she said made perfect sense. If anything, I was pretty embarrassed for being so lame that a girl obviously smaller than me managed to knock me to the ground. Maybe I should go to the gym more often.

"What on earth are you doing with the lights turned off?" I asked, lifting myself on the chair. It’ll be a miracle if my neck don’t bruise the next morning.

"I think I fell asleep," she murmured, twirling her hair. I noticed she had a habit of touching her hair whenever in an awkward or embarrassing situation.

It looks cute, actually. I thought. I shook my head. What am I even thinking?

"Jeez! Why do we always hurt each other when we see one another?" I said.

Okay, let’s just say the first one was my mistake. She’s obviously the one who got hurt when we bumped into one another causing her to topple on the ground. But I think she got pretty even when she stomped on my foot when I tried to return her notebook to her. I had to admit it was partially my fault for being too dumb enough not to know that I’m being creepy. Now, I almost clubbed her and she almost choked me to death, which was caused by yet another sort of misunderstanding.

"Sorry," she whispered inaudibly looking away. I didn't actually catch what she said so I pretended I didn't hear anything.

"I'll bet anyone will fall asleep with that kind of music," I said referring to the classical music still playing.

"I'll turn it off," she said, standing up to go towards the player.

"No, it's fine," I said, stopping her. "It's kind of refreshing." I listen to a wide variety of music but we play rock music every day. I can’t even remember the last time I listened to a classical music like this.

We just sat in silence for a while. So she liked classical music. She was not a fan so it makes sense that she didn't recognize me the day of the event. I must be the stupid one here all along.

"You must think we're just creating noise, didn't you?" I said. Most people who like classical music thinks that rock's too noisy.

"I didn't think that," she said, she didn't sound like she was lying because she's working with us. "Anything becomes music when they've conveyed their purpose to those who are listening."

I was surprised at what she said that I turned to look at her. She was looking at me with those big brown eyes of hers. They seem so deep. Like an infinite abyss. I’m afraid I will drown in them.

"So, what's the title of this piece?" I asked, looking away.

"I don't really know," she grinned. "What's important is what it makes you feel, don't you think."

I think so, too.

I think it's making me feel something. Something I didn't want to find out.