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"What do you mean I can't participate?" Newt exclaims.
"I'm sorry Newton, but you can't take part in the festival without a band," Ms.Paige explains.
"It's just a school festival. It's not like it's professional or something," Newt replies. "Isn't there anything you can do for me?"
".. I'll see what accommodations can be made," Ms.Paige says, giving Newt a soft smile.
The bell rings before them and Newt rises to get to his next class.
Newt says goodbye to Ms.Paige as he makes his way to his music class.
To his surprise, people are already inside the room.
Newt paused outside the door and he heard some people practicing.
He walked inside and saw two of his classmates. Thomas, and Minho.
He didn't get along quite well with Thomas, he thought that Thomas was just another know-it-all popular kid.
Newt sat down on the opposite side of the classroom, right next to the equipment room.
The room began filling with students, but no professor was in sight.
Thomas and Minho kept practicing.
Honestly, it wasn't the worst.
Thomas was playing the electric guitar while Minho was backing him up. They weren't... horrible.
It's known that Thomas and Minho are basically a 'band', they tell everyone about it.
Newt, on the other hand, doesn't really tell people about his passion for music.
He thinks that it's stupid to brag about something like that.
Thomas and Minho were putting on a show for everyone.
"What a bunch of show-offs.." Newt mumbled under his breath while he scoffed.
"What was that Newt? Wanna say that a little louder?"
Newt turned around to see Gally, one of Thomas' friends.
He didn't expect anyone to be sitting behind him.
"I didn't say anything," Newt said.
"Yeah, you did. I heard you," Gally said, with a chuckle.
Gally stood up and walked over to Thomas.
Was he about to do what Newt thought he was about to do?
Gally leaned closer to Thomas and whispered something into his ear.
Newt looked away from them. He didn't want to get caught up in this.
The music stopped.
Newt heard footsteps coming closer and closer to him.
Then, someone was standing in front of his desk.
Newt looked up.
It was Thomas.
"Show-offs huh?" Thomas laughed.
"I don't know what you're on about," Newt scoffed.
"Well, I'm pleased to know that you think we're good enough to be show-offs," Thomas said as he sat down next to Newt.
Minho sat down at the desk in front of Newt while Gally returned to the desk behind Newt.
Newt was surrounded by the three of them.
Newt was exasperated, he knew that the boys weren't going to touch him, they weren't like that.
They were just doing this to annoy him like always.
Newt hates them. Especially their 'leader', Thomas.
After all of Newts classes were over, so he decided to stop by Ms.Paiges' office again.
He wanted to see if she made her 'accommodations' yet.
He made his way to her office, and when he arrived, he heard voices inside, and it wasn't just her voice.
He knocked on the door first to see if this was an acceptable time to come in, he didn't want to barge in. She could've been busy.
"Come in," Ms.Paige said.
Newt opened the door and walked inside.
Thomas and Minho were there as well.
"Perfect timing Newt. We were just speaking about the music festival," Ms.Paige explained.
"Have you made my accommodations yet?" Newt asked, ignoring the other two in the room.
"Yes, I have actually," Ms.Paige said.
Newts face lit up with joy, this meant that he would be able to participate in the festival.
"They're right here," Ms.Paige said with a smile. She was directing her hands toward the other two boys.
"Surprisingly enough, Thomas and Minho came to me about the music festival as well. Unfortunately for them, they don't have any singers. For you, it's the opposite, you don't have a band."
Newts smile dropped. "Are you sure there's nothing else?"
"This is the best I can do for you boys," Ms.Paige said.
Newt glared at Thomas and Minho. They didn't seem too bothered about it, but he was definitely bothered.
"Well? Wanna work with us Newton?" Thomas asked teasingly.
"It's Newt to you, and sure, I'll work with your 'band'", Newt responded.
"Sounds great, the three of you are excused," Ms.Paige said.
Newt dashed out of the door.
He seriously had to work with Thomas and Minho.
Thomas pulled Newt back by the shoulder, "Where do you think you're going?"
Newt rolled his eyes as he turned around. He ruffled his hair, "Back to my dorm, where else?"
"We," Thomas said as he pointed to himself, Minho, and Newt, "-are a band now. Which means that we have to practice for the festival together."
Newt didn't want to agree, but Thomas was right.
If they were going to work together, then they better put on the best show ever.
"Fine, where do you suggest we work then?" Newt asked.
Minho jumped into the conversation, "The music room. It already has the needed equipment."
"Lead the way then," Newt said as he pushed past Thomas.
The three made their way to the music room.
Once they arrived, Thomas put down the guitar case he was carrying and removed his electric guitar from it.
It looked like any other electric guitar, except it had a few scratches here and there.
"Nice guitar," Newt said. If he was going to be working with these two then he shouldn't be a bitch the entire time.
Thomas looked at him with confusion, "Where's the insult?" He laughed.
Newt stuck his tongue out before sitting on top of a nearby desk.
"Before we start, we need to agree on a song."
"Doesn't really matter to me, you two can decide," Minho said.
Newt looked at Thomas, waiting for an answer.
"I wanna do something that people will remember," Thomas said.
"Which is..?" Newt and Minho said unanimously.
"Wait, why am I the one deciding?" Thomas asked.
"Because we don't care," Newt said.
"What if we write a song?"
"Do you even know how to write a song, Thomas?" Minho asked.
"I don't, but it's no secret that our new friend over there writes songs," Thomas looks over to Newt.
Technically, Thomas wasn't wrong.
Newt does write songs, but...
".. I've never performed one of my songs before," Newt said.
Thomas burst out in laughter. "You write songs, but you've never performed one?"
"I don't know if your slow, but the closest thing I've ever had to a 'band' is you guys. And that's saying something, isn't it?" Newt exclaimed.
"It's saying something for sure," Minho added.
"Can you do it?" Thomas asked.
Newt didn't respond for a second.
"Of course I can do it. I'm great at writing lyrics, you guys just need to give me a melody," Newt said.
"Well Newt, you're in luck," Minho said as he sat behind one of the drum sets.
Thomas and Minho exchanged nods with each other before Thomas started off.
Thomas began playing the guitar, and slowly after, Minho joined in.
Newt listened to the tune of the song. It was good. Great actually.
Thomas was doing the most, Minho was just backing him up.
They're a lot better than Newt expected.
Shortly after, they came to a stop.
"I've gotta admit, you guys are good,"
Thomas playfully bowed in front of Newt. "You're saying that as if we don't know."
"I take it back," Newt said. How could someone be so full of themselves?
"He's kidding, I think," Minho said. "You're kidding, right?"
"Of course I am," Thomas said, putting down his guitar.
Minho got up and the two sat on the desks beside Newt.
"You think you can write lyrics for that?" Minho asked.
"How do you guys feel about love songs?" Newt said.
"As long as it's not sappy," Thomas replied.
"Me? Write a sappy love song? Never," Newt said playfully.
"Though.. Why a love song? Are you trying to confess to someone? I mean-, we don't care, just don't steal the show yeah?" Thomas said.
"I'm not confessing to anybody. The tune just sounded like a love song to me," Newt responded.
"Love song it is then," Minho said, "When do you think it'll be finished?" He looked at Newt.
"Give me a week or so."
"Text us when you're done. Wait-, you do have our numbers right?" Thomas said.
Newt chuckled quietly as he handed over his phone to Thomas. "Just put in your numbers.."
Thomas took the phone and began to put in his and Minhos numbers. "How do you not have my number? Everyone has my number."
Newt took his phone back, and just when he thought Thomas wasn't that bad, he showed why Newt didn't like him in the first place.
Newt has known Thomas since they were in high school, but they never talked.
Did Thomas even know who Newt was back then?
It didn't matter now, but here he is, in his second year of college, and he's still as self-centered as ever.
Thomas is good-looking and gets along with everyone well, It's no surprise that he's popular.
Newt doesn't hang around popular kids. They're all self-centered. Every single one of them.
Newt got up and headed toward the door, he was ready to finally leave.
"I'll text you," He said without turning around.
Newt made his way back to the dorms.
He wanted to start on the lyrics for their song as fast as possible.