the director is hot.

[longwinded]

Thinking back on auditions, John wasn't sure what compelled him to take this Orchestra class. Perhaps he just had it too easy when he tried out. The piece was simple enough and the scales are something he's been doing for nine or so years. Maybe it was the fact that he and Rose are best friends and they really needed a pianist in the Orchestra and John why don't you join Orchestra with Rose.

Whatever happened, he's here now and expects some crotchety old guy to come out and do his old man thing. That's usually what Orchestra directors are save for the few he knows of that are in their mid to late thirties. Years of refined experience and knowledge to the ends of the earth. It would be nothing new, really.

He shuffles through his books, picking the piece out that was written on the board. He was going to run through this while he waited for class to start, and slowly play the measures that have been giving him trouble ever since he received the music.

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[rememberstime]

"You really just went on complete impulse." He's not sure if that means John has major balls or he's a complete idiot. Scratch that, he's pretty sure it means John is a complete idiot. But at least it's paying off, surprisingly.

"Who's asking?" Yes. Probably.

[longwinded]

“Yeah, I guess I did. I really don’t know what overcame me in the end. I just saw a chance and took it.” John is blushing still. He’s pretty embarrassed by this. He was going to suck Dave off in return but holy god is feeling unconfident now that Dave pointed all that out.

“Dave…” He is squinting at you, Mister Strider.

[rememberstime]

"Paid off," Dave mentions. Even if John is feeling completely unconfident now.

"Yeah?" Innocent expression.

[longwinded]

"I'm not going to argue if you're not going to let me return the favor." He's fixing his dress slacks back up. "But just know that one day. I will return the favor." Those were some dangerous words there, John Egbert.

[rememberstime]

Dave raises an eyebrow. "Are you really? Better keep true to your words. No one likes a flake." There's no malice in his words. He's just curious if John will actually back them up.

[longwinded]

He laughs. "I really am, and I'll keep my promise. I'm not a flake." He really isn't. He's been coming to orchestra everyday, he does his homework. He'll definitely do this too.

He will definitely back them up!!