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hoppípolla (v.) jumping in puddles —
[origin : icelandic]

I woke up fresh and got ready for my classes and the day beyond that. I was on FaceTime with Serena last night up until one fifteen am and after that, I couldn't fall asleep. Thanks insomnia. I took a quick shower and threw on a thin pair of joggers, a tank top, and pulled my hair into a high pony.

Grabbing my phone from the charger, I made my way downstairs, just to find dad had already left home. He left a note again,

Adrianna,
i had to early to deal with some business. make sure you eat and drink something. have a lovely day at school and text or call me if anything. i might not be home until the late hours, so don't wait up for me. don't forget your instrument !
love, dad xo

Wait what? My instrument? Oh shiitake! I completely forgot I had orchestra today and for first block too! I jogged up to my room and got my violin from my closet and went back downstairs to the kitchen. 7:17, is what the clock read. Perfect, I have time for a small breakfast. As I prepared a Nutella sandwich, I wondered what the orchestra here would be like. Back in California, I was first chair and concert mistress and our orchestra played classical music. Classical meaning sonatas, concertos, ensembles, and those types. We played Bach, Vivaldi, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, and music from composers like them. I vividly remember last year's concert. We put together Sibelius, and I had the solo.

Driving to school, I got lost in my thoughts. God, I hope I don't have every class with Phoenix. Yesterday, we were literally only we're apart for first block. He's such a brooding asshole! Parking in the senior lot and grabbing my bag and duffle, I made my way to the front doors. Everyone was crowded outside.

"Adrianna!" My head turned and I caught sight of the group. Judah had called out my name and I made my way towards them.

"Hey guys!" Pyper hugged me and the guys pulled me in for a hug. Except Phoenix. Not that I care. He had Infinity under his arm and while she was talking animatedly about god knows what, he was staring off in the distance. Okay then.

"Bestfriend!" Blake screamed, personally pulling me in for warm hug.

"Bestfriend!" I scream back, looking up at him and laughing.

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I walked to the orchestra room, clearly remembering the directions from yesterday, and there were about seventy other people in here. Well shit. Pyper and Talon were also here and everyone was either sitting with their instruments in their positions or they were unpacking. I went into a corner, unpacked, and tuned my instrument before walking to the front center of the room where our teacher/conductor was. She looked to be in her early twenties. When I reached her stand, she was reading off music from a Suzuki book.

"Hi!" I smiled brightly. She looked over to me and smiled back.

"Hello! Ms. Adrianna Vaseliev?"

"Yes! That's me!"

"I'm Ms. Alana Rose, the orchestra conductor, and I have no doubt you'll love it here! But tell me about yourself, give me something about where you were in your old orchestra."

I chose my words wisely before speaking, for saying something could easily screw my potential position right now.

"In my old orchestra, I used to be first chair, concert mistress, and we played classical. Sonatas, concertos, and complete movements. We did throw in a few pop culture pieces, but focused mainly on classical from some of the best composers in music history. One of my greatest accomplishments were taking on the solo for Jean Sibelius in D Minor, Op. 47."