Can’t stop thinking about pinning a pretty boy under me and making him say he’s my good boy over and over while I fuck him until there’s no thoughts in his head
Dracula: yeah just go ahead and prepare letters saying you’re already on your way home, that’s normal here. If you could mention wolves biting you or being about to die of natural causes in the last one that’d be SUPER normal and helpful, thank you.
I am aware this is late, and I apologize, but holy smokes!!! I had a wonderful day this Thursday, and I finally mustered enough time to write about it. So many things. AHH I can’t wait to reminisce on this!!
Without further delay, let’s begin.
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M handed out ensemble music for us to work on. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to form the extra band he informed me of previously. It was due to a lack of time, he had said. That’s perfectly okay though!! There’s always next year to look forward to.
He began to pass out to the tubas and euphoniums a piece for our ensemble that he said sounded BEAUTIFUL. “R…” He trailed off as he stood in front of me. He thumbed through the music for five long seconds, just standing there. I took in having him right in front of me. We were only thinking of each other in that moment. Those moments are always so important to me.
After what felt like an eternity of tension-inducing silence, he pulled out two pieces of already hole-punched paper. How convenient. “R,” he repeated, “I want you to play tuba 1.” “Okay.” He handed the paper to me and I grasped it lightly with three fingers on my right hand, sparing but a moment to glance down at the music before I put it on my music stand.
“And you two can play tuba 2.” He spoke to my peers while he looked through the stack of pages again, giving the two a brief glance before he handed the other music to one of them. He turned around to pass more out. The one with the new music looked through and handed our third tuba their piece.
To reiterate, he had wanted me to play the first tuba part, while the others played the second part. After looking at my music a little more in depth, I saw that my part had the same rhythms and all that jazz, but it had higher notes. He believed I could pull it off. That made me so happy just thinking about it.
After passing that stuff out, M put one of our concert pieces on the speakers for us to listen to. Of course, this wasn’t the first time I listened to the recording, so it was a pleasant revisit. I positioned along while the band’s recording played. It was so much fun!
We didn’t do much warmup afterwards; after some concert Fs, he had us start at the beginning of the piece we just listened to. Right off the bat, it was a HOT mess. Haha! The tubas and I sounded extremely different from one another. For instance, one of them was cracking their notes a bunch. M got onto this issue right away instead of giving the kid grace.
He gave the tubas some feedback, but looking at that one student the whole time and telling him to get his face set before playing, all before we started again. Failure ensured once more, and soon enough he had us go down the row. After another person before me, it was my turn.
I played the note, trying my best to make the accent at the beginning of it sound at least decent. I thought it sounded funky, but M thought the complete opposite. “That’s what sound we’re aiming for.” He pointed at me, then without making me play it again, went to the next person.
They didn’t play very clean in that moment, but I don’t blame him, the whole situation probably got the best of them. The beginning of the note had blasted and the note sort of just flopped into place. M made a weird grunt/growl of frustration (haha) and gave the student more things to focus on for future practice sessions.
M told me to play the note again. I did so with a little apprehension, because again, I didn’t (and still don’t) think I sounded all too good playing accents. But alas, one more, he said that both the other tubas needed “try to sound like R.”
“You know what?” He muttered before raising his voice. “R’s in the middle (of you two) for a reason!” He had said, “I know you hate that she’s younger than you, but she sounds RIDICULOUS.” I looked down at the ground for a second, both embarrassed and extremely flattered by what he was saying. I mumbled a thank you that no one in particular could hear, and dug my head halfway behind my stand.
For one, I didn’t want to look like a jerk smiling at these barrels of compliments, so this helped me hide any amount of joy in the smile I was slowly failing to suppress. Two, despite my efforts, I was probably blushing as well, haha. It meant a lot, what he was saying— but everyone was looking at me!! I didn’t want it to be too painfully obvious that I was in love with this guy’s every word.
He may have thought I took what he said in a bad way due to my reaction, so he stated “I mean ridiculous in a GOOD way, not bad.” One of the other tubas smiled, chuckled, and nodded. “I know,” they had said. Again, I was trying not to smile too hard, but I was really happy. I absolutely love him, and getting compliments from him is one of the greatest feelings in the world. ❤️
He got onto the tubas a bit more as the time passed, but not as much as he did previously. At one point, he even had all of the model players play a tiny segment because he wanted me to show the tubas how the notes should sound.
Jeez, so much happened, and I probably look like a prick to everyone now because of the tons of attention he was giving me. On the bright side though, I really know that he thinks highly of me and genuinely cares for me. That means more to me than anything. ❤️
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After school, I was walking out of the band hall’s exit after retrieving my stuff. When I passed a section of people who were warming up, I remembered what sectionals M had said were taking place later. I was like, woah! This is where the sectional is taking place! He’ll will be directing the sectional in this room!! I wonder when he’ll get here.
And, who would have guessed it, he turned the corner just as the thought crossed my mind. He was walking at a decent pace, not in much of a rush but not just strolling around either. I felt my eyes widen a bit, as the timing of his arrival was ON POINT, and it caught me so off guard. Hahaha.
We locked eyes right away. I shot my eyes away for a brief second, to the left, then right back at him. I think he did the same, looking once at the woodwinds in front of him before returning his gaze over to me. I saw his eyes focus on me even more as we drew closer. “Hey R.” He did a subtle little wave with his right hand—his free hand. Fingers splayed out, palm slightly tilted upwards from being parallel to the floor. A small and cute gesture.
I smiled lightly under my mask and lifted my free hand as well, the one on my left. I waved to him a little less subtle. It was a still wave, with my hand just coming up for a second, fingers positioned a little above my chin. “Hey.” I spoke in a voice loud enough for him to hear it, then I put my hand down.
We kept eye contact as we passed each other, and his large brown eyes were so huge. They were so pretty. I saw him smile just a little bit. Just a little bit, as we kept walking. It was so cute. I couldn’t help but smile as well.
I inched to the left to let him enter the room before me. As I came to a stop, I began to walk again, realizing we could both fit through the huge door in front of us. I smiled even more after I walked out of the room. How lucky am I?? So many occurrences lately.
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I love him so much!!! So many good things happened with him this Thursday. I’m so glad he appreciates me ❤️❤️❤️
Overall, M has been such an absolute sweetheart lately. He’s behaved way nicer to everybody else and has been so open to giving people love. This makes me feel so warm, hearing all the kind words he’s given out to everyone. I guess this made him even nicer to me— who would have thought? Haha.
I hope this was fun to read, and I definitely look forward to having an even greater week this week!!! Have a great night, everyone!!
When you walk into lesson and someone is sitting in your seat, you ask them to move and they say no. God I must be crazy because that single thing has ruined my entire day I now feel terrible.
