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“There’s no way that’s going to work, Danny. I mean, think of it logically. It sounds sick at first but it would never go well from there.” he reasoned with his friend.
“Trust me on this Swampy, it’ll all work out. You just gotta agree to join the b-“
“Danny, Sherman. You two yet again. It’s always you two.”
They both apologised to her. They weren’t troublemakers in any words but they weren’t perfect either. Miss Elkere always noticed something either way.
“So, as I was saying, you’ll be performing these wonderful scripts I found in one of my books. When I hand them to you, you can begin practicing.” The teacher continued (in everyone’s annoyance), leaving each pair with the script.
Looking at it for the first time though, he had one thought, “I swear she made this script too. Do they ever give her any direction for the lessons or are they all just unorthodox?”
His friend gave a glance to the piece of paper in which he was holding. It didn’t even look proper to fit in with her story of ‘photocopying it from a book’, it was completely written in pencil, copied from sheet to sheet.
“Unorthodox, definitely. She doesn’t even know what orthodox means.” He paused, “So, you be this guy and I’ll be whoever this is?”
“Good enough for me.”
They spent a good ten minutes laughing whilst reading the script. God, it was horrible. At least she had a passion for her subject?
“You two,” she interrupted in her melodramatic sense, “perform! Come on, I know you’ve got it in you.”
“W- We haven’t eve-“ Sherman began, stumbling over words. She was so out of the blue that he barely began a word before she could interrupt.
“You don’t need to know the script by heart, just read and see where the heart takes you.” the teacher enthusiastically responded.
“Okay.” he slowly nodded his head in confusion.
“Is that your cat, sir?”
“The one on the mat?”
“Yes, the one on the-“
“More energy!!”
“Yes! The one on the mat!” Sherman tried to hold his laughter. This was so stupid.
“Why, yes, that is my cat!” his friend, Danny, also seemed to struggle with his laughter too as a smile cracked across his expression.
“The one sat on the mat?”
“Yes, the cat sat on the mat!”
Was she trying to plagiarise Dr Seuss? This was a whole performance at this point. Was that a strategy? Give him people something so stupid that they would give it their all? It didn’t look it, but whatever made people join in I guess?
“So that cat sat on the mat is yours, Pat-“
“FIN!” she shouted, in which usual meant that she was done. And thank god for that.
As soon as the woman disappeared to the next pair, they both began howling in laughter. They’d only had a bit longer to go over it before-
Ringggg
Thank the great green earth that it was over. Lunchtime too. A break from all of that. Just him, Danny and a few other kids who all hanged around in the music rooms during lunch.
“Going back to what I was trying to say earlier.” Danny threw one of the straps of his bag over his shoulder. “We definitely gotta start a band.”
“And like I was saying, there’s no way we can do that! We only have two people, that’s hardly a band, it’s more of a duo. It’s just guitar and drums.”
“C’mon Swampy! You can trust me, I’ve got this all handled as long as you can play drums.”
“Sure, whatever you say man.” he gave an overdramatic untrusting yet worried look as they finally reached the music rooms.