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“I get that,” I said, remembering my competitive days. It wasn’t just about wooing the crowd and judges, it was about wooing the music experts who snuck into the crowds. To show off to them so that more opportunities would open. There were some competitions I only had the chance to be in simply because they saw me at another competition and decided to invite me.
If I had kept up with the competitions, there was no telling where I would be at the moment. My dad and Lindie had high hopes that I could have been one of the best.
I no longer held any interest in finding out.
“Where are the twins?” I asked. “Aren’t they usually at your side these days?”
My question made Micah turn bright red. He cleared his throat and glanced away from me. “They are not.”
“They are too.”
He sighed. “They needed to meet with their volleyball coach.”
I smirked, no longer surprised that he knew. “Right. I nearly forgot they were the stars of the team.”
“It keeps them busy.”
“How is their team doing?”
Micah raised an eyebrow as he opened the door into the building for me. “You really don’t know?” he asked.
“I’ve been really distracted. And I’ve never been able to keep up with the sports and how they’re doing.”
“They actually have a game today. It’s their last one and then next week they’ll have their championships. They’re not doing bad.”
“But sounds like they aren’t doing the best?”
Micah shrugged. “Good enough. If you didn’t know about the volleyball team and you barely even know about soccer, what about football?”
“That’s the game where they toss a leather ball around, right?”
He rolled his eyes. “Now you’re being silly.”
I laughed. “Okay, how are they doing?”
“Terrible, unfortunately.”
“Okay then.”
He shrugged. “Just trying to figure out where you stand in your knowledge about your own school teams.”
“Ask me about music competitions and how our band is doing, and I’ll give you all the knowledge you need. Sports are not my thing. I can barely run down this hallway without getting out of breath.”
“Wait, you know how our band is doing?”
I shrugged. “I like to keep tabs on them. I love music after all. And my teacher, Mrs. Odera, runs that program. I’m happy to announce that they’ll be going to the championship too and have a decent chance to rank well.”
“Why haven’t you joined them before?”
“Mrs. Odera asked me to, but let’s be real. I don’t have the time.”
“If you did, would you have?”
That was a question I never really considered. Would I have joined our band? Most likely. And even to make it weirder to think about, if Dad had been around, I was pretty sure he would have ensured I joined and I would have been happy to do it too.
“Most likely,” I said in a softer voice.
We found a table to claim in the cafeteria, sitting across from each other while we waited for the others to join.
