memory

I am sitting in the percussion room. I can't remember why or how, but Andrew is there with me. He has this big marimba piece he really needs to practice, but I don't want to give up valuable drum time. We both want to be nice guys and leave but we actually both need to stay. So we just decide to be awesome and zone out, and so we're both playing at the same time, each of us completely engrossed in our respective instrument. They're on different timbres and frequencies, so it's no problem for skilled musicians. As we prepare to leave for class, we both smile at the absurdity of the situation which has since become routine amongst the percussion students.



I enter the house and she gives me a deep loving hug. I walk over to the door of the room, and see Andrew first. He is sitting on the floor opposite, and he immediately spots me and smiles. I smile back, I think I winked too. Everyone else looks over then and I recognize a few of them, saying an awkward greeting. No one expected me there, and so they all look at me with bewilderment until, as one, they click. I chuckle to myself and move off to spend some time alone with her, but not before I glance at his face and realize he has also found my humour in the situation.



You were an amazing friend. I'll miss you.