Author's note: hehe, I got over it. ~_^

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Quatre walked quietly home, not wanting any attention at all from anyone. It's been the worst day yet in his life, and he had never expected this day to come.

It was supposed to be like every other day. His morning was the usual. It was everything at school that had changed.

He walked in the door as concertmaster of the orchestra, and walked out those same doors as second chair of first violin. He started out happily in biology, joking and fooling around with his friends as usual, only to find a huge disappointment in his next class- the accursed orchestra.

The concertmaster was changed to Trowa. When the imbecile teacher (if you could call him a teacher) announced this, everyone was mistified. Quatre Raberba Winner, playing over seven years of violin had lost to Trowa Barton, playing only three years! It was impossible, and Quatre knew the reason why.

The teacher, Mr. Driab, also studied with his private teacher, whose name was Mrs. Snillum. Mr. Driab had two daughters, wonderfully gifted in music. One was in college, and another one quit. The one who quit was exceptionally good, but was also exceptionally stubborn. She had left the superb teacher. The reason?

"I'm not getting anywhere, Mrs. Snillum, I'm leaving."

The teacher was heartbroken, of course, to see such a fine student leave. The student's name was Relena. She had told Mrs. Snillum that she only had time for one hour of practicing each day. Because of the lack of practicing, Relena wasn't getting anywhere at all, and there was a contest coming up in which she was entering. She had "overworked" the piece of music, and because of that, was stuck. It wasn't getting any better, only worse.

Two months after Relena had left, Mrs. Snillum had told Mr. Driab that Quatre was better than he himself and both his daughters. The man refused to believe it, and was still blinded in the fact that his daughters were still better than the blonde.

Quatre sighed as he neared the mansion. He made Trowa not tell his parents-he knew what she would do, and so did Trowa.

Mrs. Barton was actually a very nice woman, but compared a little too much. Every little detail from grades to the violin, she compared the two. She would be jumping up and down for joy if Trowa had told her, and because of the fact that Quatre and Trowa didn't want any phone calls like that, both of them kept their mouths shut.

It was as if Mrs. Barton had planned everything. She wanted Trowa to be first chair just for festival, nothing else. Everything, leading the entire orchestra and getting all the credit would be his. He would be the one who plays all the solos, everyone would follow his bow, and he would be the one credited as being the best player in the school. Not Quatre.

Quatre knew that he would never have a grudge against Trowa, but he knew he would forever be angry at Mr. Driab. There will be no forgiveness this time. Quatre was set aside now. The only thing that Quatre was known for was his violin skills. He was the best musician in the school. He was a legend in sixth grade. He was the one who had been concertmaster. Quatre was thrown aside now, and Trowa had all the glory.

Not that being the concertmaster was glory. It wasn't. It was the fact that it was because of orchestra that had made him known to a lot of the music teachers, and it was because of orchestra that he was in NJHS. His grades weren't the best like Heero's or Elizabeth's or Catherine's. His was completely normal, a's and b's. There was nothing special about him except for that fact. The fact that he was no longer the musician he had dreamed to be. He was deprived of his name and his soul. Everything was gone, scattered into the wind... with nothing to bring it back...