Wednesday

The room was mostly silent. Nobody was that interested in joining their band, most people didn't play an instrument let alone feel confident enough to join a band. It's not like Miller minds much, he was content with just Jim who on the other hand was shaking in anticipation. Jim played the drums and he played them well. He'd been learning at a young age and so had Miller with his guitar. These young prodigies together in a room alone with their instruments yet nobody here to see them.

 "Hey!" The door swung open, standing there was Victor. Victor had light blonde hair and green eyes, you wouldn't be able to tell though as he wears a black hoodie everyday. His hair was in a poorly done man bun. Miller fixed his posture upon seeing him, he hoped nobody noticed, "What's up, Vic?" 

"I have another band member for you!"

Jim beams, "Are you finally joining us?" 

"No. I brought a friend, Clay." Smiling he steps in and moves to reveal behind him holding his hand was a slightly taller boy. Clay, as Victor introduced him, shifted awkwardly waving "Hi- I uh play the piano."

An inhuman noise escapes Jim, "OH MY GOD! That's perfect! How long have you been playing?" Excitedly he runs towards the door. Miller stood still, unimpressed. "I've been playing since fourth grade." Clay said looking more confident. Victor swiftly moved and wrapped their arms together, tugging Clay in. "You guys know Clay right? Mill, I think we have software with him."

"Uh Clay Mataeo? Yeah, right?"

"Yep, that's me."

"Alright cool. I'm Miller Mccafferty. I'm the only singer of this band so far. I play the guitar."

Jim who was furiously nodding chimes in, "Yeah and I play the drums but I can also make sweet beats!"

Victor smiled gleefully. Looking around the room, he giggled quietly to himself at how awkwardly Miller stood. He knew Miller was anti-social but his natural reaction is so cute. At least Victor thought so. "Yeah Clay, these boys are good."

Jim stretched,"So should we do a recap on the band lore? Get to know each other?" 

"No."

He snickers, "Oh okay, Miller. What should we do?"

Miller pauses then looks at Jim, "Actually, that was a good idea."

Jim was full of good ideas, this band proving to be one of the best. Miller and him had been friends since elementary school, although they were polar opposites. Not the type to attract, but they more so balanced each other out. Miller's personality matched his face, reserved, dull and relatively plain on the surface. Jim on the other hand was proud of how he stood out, always walking around with a thick pair of gray headphones and baggy cargo jeans. His complexion was a dark caramel color, and a darker shade of brown hair to match. Whereas Miller lacked colors, Jim was full of.

Jim hoisted himself amongst everyone, "Hello band members! So today we just wanted to come set the room up with our personal equipment. We don't know-" Side eyeing Miller, "We don't know when we're gonna be regularly meeting up but first impromptu meeting tomorrow here after school. Tell your friends!"

Victor absentmindedly picked at the loose skin on his thumb, "You guys should get a poster."

"We were thinking about it but I can't draw for crap and Jim doesn't really.. Either." Miller said cautiously while stretching. "Augh!"

"That's what you get for being rude."

Miller rubbed his new injury below his chest, daring not to test Jim again. "I know a friend who can draw, I can ask them if they could possibly draw something for us? But do we really need a poster right now, we currently only have 3 people.."

"Alright I'll put it on our agenda, 'make poster soon'"

Victor blinked with stars in his eyes, "Do you have any suggestions, Clay?"

The sudden attention caught him off guard and he gaped for a second.

Miller rolled his eyes, "Just speak up, we won't bite."

"Miller!" Victor grimaced. "Don't be mean!"

"I'm not being mean, I'm literally telling him to be comfortable cause this is a safe place for everyone."

That's when Jim clapped, attempting to bury that conversation. "How long have you been playing the piano, Clay?"

Trying not to glare at Miller, or notice his heart beat, Clay stepped forward finally willing to speak. "8 years almost. I started in 4th grade I think? I was in a music club."

"Awww that's so cute!"

"What is?"

Jim smiled, "I'm picturing an even smaller quieter you playing the piano!"

Clay actually laughed at the comment, "Okay, I have pictures actually." He goes ahead and pulls out his phone, and a few seconds later we're blessed with the sight of a young Clay. Almost everyone broke into 'awws', everyone but Miller. "You were such a cute little boy, Clay!" Jim said.

"Thanks." He smiled genuinely, "Do you have any baby pictures?"

"Nah," Jim said "I have them all at home. But back to business, are you ready to commit to this?"

The sudden change in atmosphere caused Clay to regress back into his shell, "Um. Yeah!" Miller snorted, "That sounded so convincing." Jim shot him a glare. "Don't mind him, he's a dick."

"I can tell.." Clay muttered under his breath.

Miller heard him and stood up, "What was that?" He said.

His eyes widened and he regrets ever coming along with Victor. But he can't back out now, so instead he said "You heard me, didn't you?" At the end of his sentence, Victor let's go of Clay's arms and rushes to Miller's side. He puts his hand on Miller's chest and whispers something barely audible. All Clay heard was, "special." Upon hearing this, Miller looks at Clay one final time before backing away and sitting back in his chair.

"Okay guys, I'm sensing some negative energy, so why don't we go home now?" Jim said. And so they all three continued about their day.