RecklessSonata
-Chapter 3-
It was hard to concentrate on a literature essay when there was some rock band practicing right next to you. I glanced at my back, making sure Alex was not looking before giving him my meanest glare. Not only was he making me do some ten-page essay (the teacher had given them a minimum of five pages, but he wanted to make me suffer), but he wanted me to do it in his studio, listening to every single strum of guitar that he or his rich friends did. The essay was on some really hard book, which was why reading it was harder with noise around you.
"Is Sandra going to come?" some dark haired girl asked, a violin in her hand.
Yes, you read right. A violin.
Alex's band name was Reckless Sonata. Apparently, it mixed rock instruments with classical instruments, and surprisingly, it sounded good. Not that I'd admit it.
Alex's eyes darkened at the mention of this Sandra girl."It's been an hour since you called her, right Elizabeth?"
The girl, Elizabeth, nodded. She checked her phone. "She didn't even answer."
The guy from the drums sighed, lightly hitting his forehead with his drumsticks. "Then it means she's not coming."
Elizabeth frowned, clearly not pleased. "That idiot...if she was going to miss practice, she should've at-"
"She shouldn't be missing practice," Alex cut in, setting his bass down, clearly annoyed. "The audition in Paradise is in two months, she should be practicing her butt off."
Daniel, the guitarist, sat down on a chair nearby. "Relax, Alex..."
"How can I relax?" Alex exclaimed. "She can easily throw all the years of hard work off!"
Bzz. Bzz.
"That's your phone, Sandra," the guy from the drums announced.
"Of course I know that, Dean," Elizabeth told him, checking her phone. "You dimwit..." As she read the message, her eyes darkened.
"What is it?" Dean asked, eagerly.
"Unbelievable," she scoffed, shaking her head. She began to read out loud. "Sorry, Elizabeth. I got your message until now...I won't make it there. Ever. I quit. I've got more important priorities!"
Alex threw his notes to the ground. "Forget it!"
Daniel looked down, disappointed. Dean looked as if someone told him he was about to die.
"I told you to not flat out tell her!" Elizabeth exclaimed at Alex. "You know how easily Sandra gets hurt!"
Alex rolled his eyes. "What other way did you want me to tell her?"
"Gently," Elizabeth replied, pronouncing the word slowly.
In that moment, Alex turned to look at me. I gasped, quickly turning to read the book. He'd definitely punish me for slacking off and overhearing their discussion.
I bit my lower lip, trying to soothe my anger. That jerk...as if I was his real slave for him to punish me for every single thing I did. But I couldn't voice my opinion. Hanna was so scared, she was trying to talk me into asking our parents to switch us schools. I could tell why she was frightened, though. After that sickening blow he landed on her stomach, I felt vulnerable just being in the same room as him.
"Christina," he called out.
I sighed, preparing for the punishment. I turned around, not looking at him in the eye. "Yes?"
"You played the piano in middle school, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Then come here and play the composition I placed in front of you," he ordered.
I was taken aback. "What?"
He scowled. "Now."
Not worth it to risk Hanna or me getting hit.
I slowly stood up and made my way to the piano. Trying to ignore everybody's eyes on me, I sat down on the piano chair and inspected the music sheets in front of me.
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