Chapter 2: Shit

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A/N: I am so terribly sorry about taking so long. School this year truly kicked my ass and in all honesty writers block forbid me from even working on this story. HOWEVER, I just re-read chapter one and the good news is I have a little bit more of an intricate plot line. I knew the general story I wanted, I just didnt know how to get there.

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Mitchie flipped through her sheet music as she blindly walked into one of the practice rooms.

As she was doing so she bumped into a hard object.

A person.

"Shit."

She rubbed her nose as pain radiated across the bridge.

"Im sorry."

She looked to see a man of average build with dark hair and piercing eyes looking down at her.

"Are you okay?"

She scowled at him as she gathered her music.

"Depends."

"Depends on what?"

"I've never had a broken nose before so I dont know."

She felt her scowl deepen as he smiled a bit.

"Its not funny!"

Mitchie heard her voice crack as he proceeded to smile.

"How about I apologize with lunch and a trip to the urgent care."

"How about you go fuck yourself."

"You are just irritable because you rammed into me."

"Well its not my fault your built like a brick wall."

"It's not my fault this crappy music had your full attention."

She looked at him aghast at his comment.

"Oh don't look so surprised. Your singing pop music whatever your name is and-"

"Mitchie. My name is Mitchie."

"Steve. Anyways as I was saying. If you got into Juliard you didnt do it singing this Beyonce or whatever crap. Youre in Juliard! You sing sophisticated music! Music that requires your voice to be exquisitely trained."

"Who the hell do you think you are? The fucking phantom of the opera?"

He let out an exasperated sigh.

"Clearly you aren't going to listen to me until you are in a better mood. Tell you what, Ill even pay for whatever damages I did to your nose."

"You better. Or Ill sue. Now come on, I need your cash."

As he followed he added on.

"Dont bother suing since oh I dont know, you ran into me!"

"Oh just shut up!"

She turned around quickly her eyes sparking violently.

"You insult my assignment, you essentially call me an idiot, and you continue to harp on an issue we already settled!"

She watched as the smirk on his face fell.

"Look I was just trying to suggest that perhaps you should work on more complex music. If you want after our little excursion we can go and make a compromise on a piece for you to work on. So this whole incident doesnt end on a sour note."

She softened a bit and sighed.

"Okay."

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2 hours later Mitchie's nose was bandaged with bruises decorating the area under her eyes, as she and Steve were looking around the music library.

She sighed sliding into a chair watching as he grabbed another stack of sheet music.

"Here look at these."

She flipped through and stopped and stared at him.

"Your insane. Im hardly a Soprano."

"You never know if you dont try."

She let out a laugh.

"Where did you get this insane idea I can reach nearly physically impossible notes?"

He smiled a bit and sat down at the table with her.

"Perhaps a little thing called your audition video."

Her jaw dropped as she slammed the music back on the table.

"What the fuck! You looked me up!"

He smiled.

"How else would I know what to look for?"

"You evil little-"

"Oh shut up and look at the music."

"Steve I most of these require a tenor or a bass."

"You my dear are looking at your tenor."

"This was a ploy!"

"Kinda. It wasn't at first. And then I saw your video."

She scowled.

"Oh come on. Im already a junior, I know how it works around here Mitchie, and guess what youll be top of your class instantly if you let me help you out."

"And once again you are attempting to be the phantom of the opera."

"Am not!"

"You are! 'Let me be your mentor. Let me make you a star.'"

She watched as Steve blushed a bit.

"Fine. Just try it, if it doesnt work never again. If it does, if we have that amazing vocal chemistry that I think we have we continue. Deal?"

She grumbled.

"Fine. Check out the stupid music."

He smiled.

"Thats what I thought."

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Mitchie sighed plopping on her bed.

She had spent 2 hours in the practice room with Steve and of course he was right.

She hated that he was right.

She groaned and pulled out her phone.

She smiled seeing a text from Shane.

Shane 4:26 August 5

Hey, you still want to head down to the city for the weekend?

She sighed and muttered a shit.

She had completely forgotten about that.

She made plans to practice with Steve. She rubbed her eyes and dialed Shane's number.

She waited.

He didn't answer.

She closed her eyes and groaned.

Really Shane?

"Shane, when you get this call me back. We need to talk."

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"We need to talk."

Those words echoed in his head as he dialed Mitchie's number.

"Hey Shane."

"Hey Mitch."

"So we need to talk about this weekend. Something came up."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Its just. God your going to hate me for this but I forgot. I completely blanked and I made plans ot practice."

"Oh." He tried to ignore the disappointment he felt hearing that. "Well I mean you have to practice right?"

"Right. So you understand? You're okay?"

He let out a laugh.

"Ill live Mitchie. We'll go down some other time."

"Thank you Shane. You're amazing."

He waited for more.

He was dying to hear it.

"Bye Shane."

He felt crushing disappointment.

She didnt say it.

"Bye Mitch."

Shane ended the call and sighed.

He did something wrong.

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Mitchie curled up in bed after finishing her shower.

She ignored the pressing guilt on her chest.

She didn't mention she was practicing with another person to Shane.

Someone who was male.

He wouldn't have cared.

Right?

She sighed and shut off her laptop.

It was nothing.

Their plans had just slipped her mind.

So had Steve.

All she could think to herself was.

Shit.