Chapter 20: Rejected!

"1, 2, 3, 4!"

Mike Hits the snare like he always do at the 4. He always does that. We ask him about it, he said he just likes it. He felt like. Being fired up.

But that snare slam was complimented by the the Girl's bass slide. It was a good start to have a complimentary for the relationship of the drums and bass. After all these two has to be on the same page. 

Looking at mike, I can feel that he's trying to test what this kid could do. Every bar, he changes the beat to which the the girl will be able to adapt right after.

Looking at Mike, he is smiling as he hit his kit. I've knew him since we were kids, that expression he is giving, he's amazed by this kid. And am Amazed as well. I couldn't help but reminisce years ago, we were still young back then. In a small cozy room, every time those kicks hit, the rumbling it gives, it is what my heart was longing for. Old times, I realized, I shouldn't try to forget such precious memories. "

I saw an acoustic guitar on the side, I went there and try to try grabbing and I did, I was able to hold it in my hands. I'm surprised, but before I could pick it up, 

'I told you.. Ou..r lf...sh.'

The voice rang again. This time, It was much clearer. Bringing back the memories that I tried to throw away. These black memory started to succumb my heart in fear. The pain. How should I do these? Leave halfway from fear? Or see this through?

*Drum roll* *base arpeggio*

Suddenly those two wake me up from the stuppor. The sound and the thumping, those two instrument gives, cleanse away the bad memories and feeling. Slowly bringin me back to the calming arms of music. 

Thia is how it should be.

I'm not sure how long it has been but the two are enjoying much more than earlier. Their wavelengths are matched more than ever. But something's wrong.. and different. If earlier, it was the drums who was leading and carrying the jam, this time, the spotlight is now in the bass. The bass is now singing and the drums is nothing but the accompaniment.

"Woahhh! Mom, drums are cool!!"

I heard from my back, a voice of a kid. The store's glass door is now opened, and a lot of mall goers stopped to watch this fantastic show.

"Do you want to learn that?"

"Yes!! Drums are cool!"

What the kid just said put a smile on my face. Unlike during my childhood, Instruments and playing music makes you cool kid in class. But these days, being good at games and such is the new trend, being popular in social media too. And I heard, new artists doesn't even know how to make songs. What's worse, some of the new artist doesn't really know or doesnt excel in singing, they just have a great following and could sell tickets. This generation needs more of them. To revitalize the music.

"Sure, son. How about ai buy you a kit on your birthday?"

"Will you buy me a phone too?"

"... You can only have one."

"Phone then, mom."

Ah... I don't wanna live anymore.. I give up.

The kid just gave me a headache there. Don't lose hope.

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My attention came bacm to the music when Mike did a drumroll then stopped. The girl continued her improvisation, but after a bar, she stopped, this time Mike copied the beat the girl made and add spice to it, right after he was done, the bass continued Mike's and did a slap, then a double, then a triple. Of course, Mike didn't say no to the challenge. He hit the kick, doubles it then triples it with ease. 

I'm envious. He could play his craft while me on the other hand, still struggling. Looking at my hand that is touching the headstock of this acoustic guitar. I thought, this is already a step. 

After giving the headstock a final carress, I left that side and went near two. Watching the two play, I feel envious again. Maybe one day. I should take it slow, I'm not in a hurry. My only job afterall is to guide a new generation of musicians. A work that I havent done even once, but I want to see it through.

The music reaches it's climax and they are finally in a loop of i - VI - III - VII Dm chord progression. After several bars, the two ended their stint.

My hands clapped in instinct and the watchers followed. The sound of applause woke the two and were both shocked that there was a lot of audience outside, they were too busy and focused to realize that fact.

The two stood up from their sit and bowed. And like I always did, I also bow at them to give my thanks for the show they gave us.

After the round of applause, one by one, the watchers left but some stayed and came inside the store. Some going yo the staff asking for the prices of the instruments, some tutorials if they provide. Who would've known that the performance was such a good tool to bring in customers and make them interested in music.

"Hey, kid! You are Good! What's your name?" Mike asked after he kept the drum sticks to where he picked it up.

"Uhhh. Kim Salas, sir." She bowed. Not just as gesture but also to hide the shy feeling she's having. 

"salas, huh? You know uhhh... Trina Salas?" Mike asked. For sure this guy knew something about it.

"Yes! She's my Aunt." 

"Ohhh.. nice nice. Send her my regards when you see her. I'm Mike Hill, by the way."

"Sure, sir." She started to fix her double bass and packing it up.

"Oh btw, kid. You know this dude?" Mike asked as he pointed to me. He could've used "this man" or something. 

"Ahh. Yes. He's our teacher in math."

Ehh? How come I didn't know? There is 7 classes in 7th grade and I only teach 3 out of 7. Well to be honest, It's really hard to remember all od their names soecially now that I've only started almost less than 2 months ago.

"Ohh good thing. Have you heard of the Band club in your school?"

"The Classical or the Light music, sir?"

Mike looked at me with questioning.. "classical? Light music?"

I explained him those terms and also somehow why she didn't know the existense of the band club. Ofcourse I only whispered him the reason why, afterall I understand why Mike pit the topic to this.

"Ohhh. Is that so, during our time, we only hand the band club. But they have 3 different music clubs. Oh well, silvers are silvers. Even with that much, it wasn't enough." This man is really the epitome of Confidence and bane of losers. "Anyways I wanted to ask, Why don't you join this guy's band club. i can see that you will play better there."

"Ay... Ahhh.. i have to refuse. Sorry."

The gem just slipped out of my grasp.

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