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Mapicc’s mouth dropped open as he took a good look at the two people he was next to.
“Umm. Can we help you…?” Green hair asked awkwardly. Spoke jumped in sudden realization. He had found them.
“Yes! Yes, yes you can!” Spoke exclaimed, giddily. “I’ve been looking for you for a while now.” To this, Green hair and Grey sweatshirt looked even more concerned. Spoke inwardly cringed as he continued. “Yeah and I’ve been wanting to ask you a very important question.” He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together in a prayer position. “Could you please join my band?” He exclaimed. Green hair’s mouth dropped open while Grey sweatshirt closed his eyes and made an expression that read, we can not be deadass right now.
“What?” Green hair sputtered. “Why me?” He seemed to be trying very hard to remain calm as he nervously fiddled with two small braids he had in the front of his hair.
“Well I heard you played piano right! You could make for a great keyboardist! I mean look how nimble your fingers are, I’m sure you play great–” Mapicc coughed loudly and gave Spoke his look. Which meant: this conversation was looking cooked. Truth be told, Green hair did in fact look like he’d rather spend 3 weeks in prison than be talking to Spoke right now.
“Well um… Spoke was it? I hate to break it to you but… I, uh, quit piano when I was in middle school,” Green hair said stiffly.
“...huh?” Spoke said blankly. An uncomfortable silence fell while Spoke registered these words. “You quit?”
“Yep,” Green hair said awkwardly. Grey sweatshirt was glaring at Spoke but didn’t say anything. Spoke stood in silence for a moment. After days–no weeks, of looking for this guy, he was getting turned down because he randomly quit piano in middle school?
“Can’t you just start playing again?” Spoke asked numbly. Green hair gave him a sort of pitied look.
“Um. No, I don’t think I’ll start playing again,” Green hair said. Grey hair tugged on Green hair’s jacket in a clear way of saying let’s get out of here. “Well… um… It was nice meeting you, Spoke.” And with that, the two of them started awkwardly walking away and turned a corner.
Spoke stood in complete shock. What was that? Mapicc hurried over to Spoke and patted him on the shoulder roughly.
“C’mon man, let's get you back home,” Mapicc said sadly. Spoke was led back to his dorm in a trance with Mapicc saying small words of encouragement that fell flat. Spoke mumbled a quick, “See ya.” and opened his dorm room door once he registered that he was in front of it. It looked like his roommate, Ash, was out. Probably with Squiddo and his other friends.
Spoke felt sick. He staggered over to his bed and flopped onto it. Usually, Spoke was a ball of sunshine and his happiness couldn’t be dimmed, but now, all Spoke felt was the need to puke. He laughed insanely to himself.
“Wow. I just got turned down,” Spoke exclaimed out loud. He slowly turned his head to stare at the homework he was supposed to be doing right now. Feeling somehow even worse now, he pulled his blanket covers over his head. “What else can I do now?” While he does admit that conversation wasn’t the best, he still doesn’t understand why Green hair quit piano. It can’t be that hard to start again can it? Spoke tossed and turned under the covers until he turned a little too much and rolled off his bed. With a groan of pain he sat up.
Rubbing his head in annoyance, a glimmer on his wall caught his eye. He turned around to see his shiny black bass guitar shining on the wall. Even Ash had said it looked sick. His first guitar was called George, and it broke when Spoke thought it’d be a great idea if he tried to do a backflip with it. Spoke had then been given Minute’s old bass guitar. Spoke remembered that it was too heavy for his tiny middle school body to even lift. This new guitar was called George Jr.
George Jr. seemed to glimmer at him in disappointment.
“Well what would you have said?” Spoke said defensively. “It’s not my fault he quit.” George Jr. did not approve. “What do I do next?” Spoke pleaded.
George Jr. did not respond to him. It was a guitar afterall. Spoke groaned. He sat on the floor for who knows how long. He then decided he might as well play some Minecraft to feel better. Pulling out his laptop he opened a new browser. A sudden thought came to mind. While Spoke was not very good at math, he was very good at computers. Having countless hours to himself when he was younger, Spoke spent that time in his room, mixing concoctions with a science kit Minute gave him, coding and finding secrets on his school chromebook, and making songs with his bass guitar. Those hours spent coding on his laggy school chromebook were put to good use. He knew a thing or two about finding information about people.
As Spoke found more information on this mysterious Green Haired person, he didn’t realize that it had been getting darker out. Somewhere at 10:00 pm, Ash returned and completely ignored Spoke, who was sitting on the floor crouching over his laptop. Spoke ignored Ash back, fully invested in his work.
The more he dug around, the more he could see the clearer picture of this Green haired guy. Some people call it stalking, Spoke called it investigating very closely on a specific person. The most interesting thing was it wasn’t very hard to find information on this guy. In fact, he was kind of famous. Spoke clicked a random link and instantly knew he struck gold. He grinned. So your name is Parrot huh?