New friend? Nah
I started to walk with the teacher to the destination. I try to remember the lyrics to the song just in case. I don’t know the people in this group but maybe this is a chance for me to make friends. I’m not the type of person to go up to people and just start a conversation so I’ma just wait and see what happens. Although I didn’t come to this school to make friends, this school can help me with my future. It'll be good if I want to become a writer. Especially with the clubs in this school can help. I’ve heard the Slughorn Club was the club to get into. We will see it did sound like it was meant for the nerds, I’m sure Reg would make it in there. He does give off nerd vibes but besides the point it doesn’t seem like a club that’ll be interesting even if it might help me.
We seem to reach where we are going, the music room I think it was. The teacher allows everyone to come in then she started speaking
“Hello Dears I am Professor Sprouts and as most of you probably guessed we will be doing your second part of the test with singing! The way this will work is you will be singing for us a song that’s 2-3 minutes and after that you’ll be explaining why you chose that song. The rules are that it has to be school appropriate, if you make it in the school till your third year you'll have permission to be more diverse with your word choice. You also may use a song that’s not original. I am judging on multiple things but it won’t affect if it’s original or not. Although I will remember if you did or not so I’ll be taking note of that if you might want to become a songwriter for your grade level. The final rule is you may not be any seconds less than 2 minutes if you are then you’ll most likely not get in. Any questions students?”
Those aren’t horrible rules and my song is around 2-3 minutes so I think I’ll be good.
There were a few murmurs around the room then she proceeded to speak again.
“Now one more thing you may request to sing in a different room if you'd like to please raise your hands there is no judgment and we wouldn’t want your score to be affected over stage fright.”
I was probably the first person to raise my hand because ain’t no way.
She directed me to a room right next to this one with 4 other kids. I replayed the lyrics in my mind over and over again to try to get it right.
“You kids will be last so just wait here while they are performing. It’ll take around 30-45 minutes maybe.”
I sat down in the corner and get out my music sheet. I put my headphones in and listened to the melody of the song to make sure I have the beats correct.
It took me 15 minutes before I got bored and decided to grab the guitar near and test it out. I don’t think we can get in trouble for that?
~Time skip~
The song is a bit dark but that’s okay I wouldn’t want to make a song that’s a lie. I want them to understand how I am, I will not sugarcoat my feelings for this approval. You are probably wondering how I convinced my mom to do a dark song, I didn't. I lied to her and showed her a different song I created. Hashtag baddie am I right? The fact that I’m talking to myself in my head and saying that makes me not one but that’s besides the point I’m actually pretty rad if I’m being honest.
The lady came back into the room with a delighted expression, I guess they did good. I couldn't hear it.
“Hello, we will now start the testing. Do you all remember the rules?” After waiting for the nod in response from everyone she hummed proudly
“Good first one up Isabella Frackles?” Oh great we are going by last names again I think, I’ll be the last person then.
The girl took a while to start singing but when she did she sounded very nice. Her song was a cover from Katy Perry which is bold but fits her! I’m not really into singing that much, I’m more into writing songs I quite like basing it off people. I’ve met random people and I make songs not about them in a way from my pov but about the way I perceive they’ll like. That’s the best way to write music to me, it’s in the facts and I’ve always been good at seeing facts. I try to make songs that’s not opinionated, but I’m human so I can’t do much. My turn seems to be coming soon only one other person is left and they look very nervous. She was shaking obviously and looking around the room like it can help her. The teacher then called her name.
“Vanessa Wonders is next! Please try your hardest, you got this young lady!” Vanessa was a very pretty girl in my opinion, not romantically though I’m definitely straight!
She was standing right next to me so I decided I’m going to try to be nice!
“You got this, I think just follow with your original plan of song but try to spice it up a bit. Not overly dramatic, just right! Try not to hide yourself with your instrument a couple of them did so and she looked disappointed.” I whispered in my opinion in a very subtle way!
She looked at me like she was thinking of what I said but then the lady ushered her to hurry up.
The song she chose was a nice quiet one but she made it seem a bit more extra which was in a good way.
I didn’t recognize the song but I don’t think it was original. She does sound really nice though her voice is fit for songs a bit louder but she really did seem to not usually do songs like that, which made it better!
I’m not gonna seem to act like I’m not nervous in my head but confidence is key in some ways so I will attempt to seem rational and calm.
As I’m stepping up to go sit on the piano I remember what I told her about not hiding behind your instrument, maybe I should follow my own advice?
Nah
Anyways I sit down on the piano, it was a nice one and you can tell someone cleaned it before we all came in which is nice because germs of course. The song I chose resembles how I feel and it is how I chose to represent myself so if they think it’s not good enough that’s a you problem not mine.
I start to play the piano slowly to match the song
~Song Starts~
I am wasted, losing time
On a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we're not right
In the darkness, I will meet my creators
And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator
I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What a mess I leave
To follow
To follow
To follow
To follow
In the darkness, I will meet my creators
And they will all agree that I'm a suffocator, suffocator, suffocator
Oh love
I'm sorry if I smothered you
I'm sorry if I smothered you
I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out
~Song Ends~
I don’t know how to feel about the performance because I didn’t look at anyone and just hid y’know? I just got into the song and ignore the rest of the children. What do I even say? I’m the only one who picked a song with mentioning suicide. I swear I couldn’t write any other song? I wrote an honest song and I’m the only one with the balls to say the truth. To be honest this is more of a laid back version of the original one though.
“Well that was an excellent performance and Ms. Zulu was the last one! We will now join the others in the other room and go to the main hall where we will make the decision and announce who passed!” The lady said (I forgot her name now but they’ll say it again soon I’m sure)
We follow the lady out the door with the other kids and start walking back to the great hall. There was also another group walking back. I realize it was the group Reg was in. He looked bored and mad he was surrounded by two boy, one I recognized as his cousin and the only is some random guy that was a bit small for our age but he looked so…crazy. Well he made two more friends than I did which isn’t fair because I’m way cooler but I guess these people are boring and like whatever you call little reg.
~Regulus P.O.V~
These idiots are so infuriating it hurts. I’ve been separated from her. I’m bored and these children are off. Bartemius is loud and doesn’t stop talking. Evan will not stop arguing back with him instead of ignoring him but I do see a bit where he is coming from, the boy is so annoying. The last tryout round was easy and it was so useless. How throwing a bunch of balls and doing random kid games could determine if we are good enough baffles me. We were walking back to the great hall when we saw another group and the teacher (forgot its name) called the teacher coming in a different direction from them and we met up. They seem to be arguing but I could care less I notice Orla over there who already notice me and was staring like a creep. I walked over to her very quickly in hopes to get away from the arguing boys but I shouldn’t have hoped for that since they followed me. I ignored them and went straight to her carefully making sure I didn't bump into the bystanders.
“Orla.” I addressed her calmly
“Hey Ronald! How was your tryout?!” She answered with a little cocky smirk
“It seems my name has slipped from your memory? I suggest getting that sorted. My name is Black to you woman.”
“If we are being called by last names, why don’t you call me mine?!”
“I have no respect towards you, that is why of course.”
“And you think I have respect for you? You're silly like honestly. Reginald it is if we are being plain rude.” I wanted to murder her she’s worse than Sirius with her attitude
“There’s a difference in superior than you in every way.”
“Oh because I’m black? Didn’t think you were a racist, shouldn’t have thought we were cool like that too!”
Oh my god
“No. I wouldn’t mean it like that, you're so annoying. I meant that I’m simply better than you stop being weird.” I tried to say that without stuttering or making a fool out myself but I know I failed.
“Yeah whatever I’ll remember this, come on they are starting to walk.”
“I’m Barty!” He directed towards Orla
Ah I forgot they were there…
“Hi My name is Sarai. Nice to meet ya!” She said in response to that idiot
Before Evan can say something I interrupted them because the introductions can wait
“Let’s go, you can do this another time I’m sure.” I said with a glare to insure no disagreements but of course she had to open her mouth
“Who are you to tell us when we can do our introductions?” She said sounding very wind up quickly
“Let’s go.” Luckily she stopped must seeing that I wasn’t in the mood to hear them actually