Kristen and the band room Re-Write

When I was in high school there wasn’t a whole lot of action going on. I was one of those kids that wasn’t really into sports, or the popularity scene. But one thing I could do and do rather well was play the piano. I was self taught; never had a lesson. Not many people knew I could even play, except for Mrs. Olson. She was the lady in charge of all of us at lunch time, a hall monitor if you will. So every day at lunch hour, she would unlock the band room and let me slip in undetected, then let me alone for the lunch hour and the hour afterwards (my study hall) .I would be in that big room all by myself, just me and that old Baldwin grand piano. I would play and play, practicing songs that I was writing, just enjoying the magic of it all, oblivious to the world around me.
There was a girl that I always watched at lunch time through the big side window in the band room. Her name was Kristen, and she had medium length blonde hair, big blue eyes and a long slender body that had developed wonderfully over the years. Ever since Kindergarten to that time (in high school), I have had a deep emotional yearning for her. In my opinion, she was the best looking girl I had seen in my life.
Kristen always hung out with two girls, Jenny and Renee, and they were all in band together, as well as chorus. The hour after study hall was the first hour of band practice. Shy as I was, I would always slip out of the band room 10 min early so as not to be detected by anyone. Sure, the band teachers knew I was in there and Miss Trody even tried to talk me into playing in the band, but I always would turn her down. I didn’t feel confident enough to go through with it, but knew I could do it. Miss Trody would even give me lessons from time to time, coming in to the band room on my study hall hour and teaching me how to read sheet music and so on. She was a very nice lady (attractive too I might add), but I never was very interested in her. I respected her authority way too much. My goal was larger than that: to become advanced and confident enough to reveal my talents to Kristen; kind of show off a little. I knew her teen age emotions well because of my own. It seemed that the girls’ emotions were a lot easier to manipulate with the sound of a piano. I could see even in Miss Trody’s eyes, I could seem to strike a chord from time to time.
One day after school my best friend Jeff and I were working on his family farm. They lived about 2 miles away and after school I would get on my four wheeler and ride through the hills and fields to get to their house. Jeff and I were horn dogs, typical teen aged boys. We used to be pretty radical as well. This was back in 1988 and they had just bought a brand new 4×4 for the farm. We would sneak off with the truck and go up to the state line were there was a party store. I would order up our dinners and Jeff would head straight to the magazine rack and start stuffing his pants full of all the latest issues of Hustler, Penthouse, Playboy, and whatever else was on the shelf that had tits and ass on the cover. Meanwhile, I kept the clerk busy with our sandwiches. I think that the clerk knew but never said anything because there were times we would wind up with 25 dollars worth of sandwiches there with as much meat and cheeses I had added to them to keep him busy.
On our way back to the farm we would talk about the latest porn movie Doug (Jeff’s older brother) had, and would sneak into his collection and quickly make a duplicate copy of it. Those movies taught me things I use even to this day; it’s amazing how such a picture gets burned into your memory. Just like the day I’m about to tell you about.
It was a typical mundane day; we had an award ceremony at school. Now I knew with Kristen’s academics she should win a few awards, but I, being as average student, would never even get an award. Kristen and I knew each other but only would talk in passing. Since kindergarten we might have said maybe twenty words to each other over the years; me always sticking my foot in my mouth half the time. She must have thought I was a complete freak or something. Jeff and I were sitting in the auditorium watching the awards ceremony talking about Doggies movies and then they called Kristen’s name for one of the awards. I abruptly turned my head to see her grace the stage, cutting Jeff off in mid sentence. Now the way they were doing the awards was the previous winner would announce the next winner. The next award to be awarded was the Principal’s award.
“The award goes to the student that has held a consistent grade level for the past three years.”
I watched intently as Kristen began to speak.