with the "I-need-at-least-forty-minute-grooming" hairstyle, first and foremost, are walking down the stairs with verve. Immediately behind it I see my sister trying to keep up with the two boys. Well ... you need some stamina now, what Kirsten?
I slowly stroll after the people in front of me. I am already a little excited to see what will await me. We have arrived in the huge entrance hall, which had an impressive effect on me this morning.Especially this picture with the azure sky that reminds me of the color of a cheeky boy's eyes.
When I avert my gaze from the picture, my head turns to the left as if directed by an invisible force. There my eyes are captured by this fascinating blue.
"Nice, isn't it?" Matt asks me with a soft smile. I have to swallow. Yes, he is- I mean, the picture is really beautiful ... Beautiful ... Especially this azure blue. I love this color.
"Yes, I think so too. Where are the others?" I ask him, because nothing of them can be seen anymore.
"Outside. Smith had the instruments set up in the garden. She loves the outdoors and I think the idea of ​​rehearsing in the fresh air is not that bad."
Smith? Is that the professor? At least that sounds like it. But what does he mean by "instruments"?
I'm quickening my pace and about to open the front door when Matt grabs my hand. Startled, I turn to him."This is the way into the garden. Come on, I'll show you the way, Annie," he explains as he pulls me behind him. Less than a minute later he opens a door and bright sunlight makes me squint my eyes.
"Wow ...", I escape when I see the huge garden of this almost eerie school. There are benches and tables that are likely to be used by the students during their lunch break, trees and flowers as far as the eye can see and even a pond. And in the middle of it all, my classmates are standing on a paved area, setting up a piano and holding musical instruments in their hands! THAT is what Matt -hew meant by "instruments"! Oh dear, is that maybe the music lesson?
As if Mrs. Smith had read my mind, she comes up to me with a broad smile: "You must be that genius that the whole teaching staff is talking about! My name is Eleonore Smith and I teach art and music. As I am with nature live in harmony, I want to do my lessons outdoors as often as possible.Well Ann, can you play an instrument? "
Shock. Pure shock goes through my limbs. Can I play a musical instrument ?! I can play practically anything! But not everyone should know that! Then I am admired again by some and cut by others. I do not want that anymore!
So I say the first thing that comes to mind, "Um, no, I'm sorry. I'm not that into music, you know?"
I know this is a lie! So what? Sue me!
Mrs. Smith nods her head regretfully, but seems ready to accept this bogus fact. Everything seems to be turning out for the better if - yes, if the little word "if" wasn't - if my sister wasn't there.
"But Mrs. Smith! That's not true at all. My sister is a wonderful musician! She can play almost any instrument and has not even had lessons. And her voice - unbelievable! I mean, not nearly as good as." mine, but still not bad!", she writes to our professor.
I'm really not a violent person, but at that moment I could have killed Kirsten myself! She just reveals everything! And as if that weren't enough, Matt asks me: "Well, let's test it right away, or what do you think, Annie?"
What I mean? I mean, if he doesn't stop calling me "Annie" right away, I'll give him my opinion! That is probably the height!
And apparently I'm so perplexed by what has just happened that I just let Matt pull me over to the piano. Schwupps - I'm already sitting in front of it.
"So, Kyle and I will play a song now and you will get in, okay? I'm curious to see if you are really as good as your sister described you," he says with a rather sardonic grin on his face.
What should I do now? Pretend I can't play and make a fool of myself?No way! Especially not after this statement and the mean grin! I'll show him, he'll still experience his blue miracle!
"Sure, why not? But then you also offer me something decent, yes?" I give cool as an answer. Matthew just lifts an eyebrow and then picks up his electric guitar. Said Kyle sits down on the drums.
A nod from Matt and the two start playing. At the same time, the chatter of the others also ceases. And ... honestly, who can blame you for that? The two are ... fantastic! I really have to admit that I expected a lot, but not that. It seems to me that the two have been making music together for years, they get along so well and are in harmony with each other.
Matthews "Hey!" pulls me out of my thoughts. That's right, I should get in. But how does a piano go with this type of music? Not at all! But I have to do something, so I get up and take his bass guitar from another boy.I look over at the two musicians for a moment, when I close my eyes and deliver an impressive little solo.
I know that now many pairs of eyes are amazed, if not totally puzzled, looking, but I don't care. I just can't help but play. What the two guys deliver is first class. The text I wrote last night would go very well with it.
I take another deep breath and raise my voice. I was right. The text fits like a fist in the eye. I feel Matt and Kyle adjusting their volume to my voice. Since I sing without a microphone, I wouldn't be heard otherwise.
The song ends much too quickly for my taste. The last chords fade away and fear spreads inside me. What have I done? I still keep my eyes closed because I dread opening them. What will i see Scorn? Ridicule? Envy? Admiration?A bit of everything? I don't want any of this. Nothing at all. I just want to sing and make music without anyone judging me.

When a hand rests on my right shoulder, I turn my head around, startled, and open my eyes. Azure blue. Yet again. But ... they seem friendlier, even encouraging. And maybe also something ... admiring?
"That was ... breathtaking! First class! You are stunning, you know that? I'm ... speechless!" Matt's voice almost cracks. They're ... compliments, aren't they? That means I showed him, yes! But, it's not that important to me anymore. I want to play with him and Kyle one more time, sing with them again. I enjoyed it, a lot of fun!
Suddenly I hear another voice on my left side: "Matt is right, that was top notch! You absolutely have to join us, yes, little one? That will be THE best! You really have it."
I feel myself blushing slowly. Excellent!I love that my face changes color!
"And listen, Annie," Matt whispers in my ear, "this is YOUR applause."
Only now do I notice that the crowd in front of us is cheering. They clap as much as they can, even my sister. But I think she's applauding Matt, not me. But that's not bad at all, honestly. Because even the black-haired girl with the glasses from before applauds us. THAT is what I want to achieve with my music. That people learn to reveal more about themselves, to also take risks! And above all, that they come out of themselves and do what they enjoy.
A grin spreads across my lips. I have to talk right now!
"You know," begins Matthew, drawing my attention, "I love to inspire the crowd, to transport them to other worlds. Not many can do that, but I can! I can! If Kyle, Rick - that is the keyboardist of our band - and I play, then we do it with body and soul.We don't just play for ourselves, but for every single living being. We enjoy seeing people's hearts open. But we couldn't get everyone to come out of themselves, enjoy the music. Do you see the black-haired girl with the glasses that applauds like crazy? We couldn't even get them to listen to each other with full interest.
I know that sounds really stupid now, but it is. And today, when you played and sang with us, I realized that this was what we were missing. That we missed YOU. I beg you, join our band and let's get people to listen to their hearts again. "

What should I say to that? This boy amazes me more and more. What he just said is exactly what moves me deeply. So how could I say "no" to that?
"Yes, I would like to become a member. We look forward to good cooperation," I smile at Matt and Kyle and hold out a hand to each of them.At first they just look at each other in disbelief, then they grin and take my offered hands.
"To good cooperation," they whistle in chorus. And then they both pull my hands abruptly so that I fall towards them. Now I am in the middle of one or even two hugs. Now I am among like-minded people. Now I am among friends.
Jason was right. There are things in the world that unite people. And music is one of them.



sooo, did you find any mistakes? are there any ambiguities? good or bad review? always bring it on!