Practice makes perfect

It's now Monday morning in Skylights City, a school by the name of SKY Highschool comes into view and into a vacant classroom where the students are either minding their own business, finishing last minute assignments or talking to others. In the third seat next to a window sat our male protagonist.

James casually sits in his chair glancing around the room before looking out the window and he goes into deep thought.

'Its already been a week?' he sighs

'Time goes by so fast---' he was brought back to reality when someone tapped on his shoulder.

Turning to look at the person he saw that it was one of his classmates, Sam, she stands beside his desk upon his right and she raised eyebrows giving him a questioning look.

Sam has ginger hair that is styled in a undercut with a neon green strip, her bangs covers her 'left' eye, her 'right' visible eye is the color of black. You could say that she is the tomboy of the school.

She gives James a small smile before asking "How's it going James? Haven't seen you this deep in thought for a while".

This time it was James' turn to raise an eyebrow "What do you mean?" he asks making them chuckle as they lean back against another desk besides his, "You've been spacing out since this morning" they stated before continuing "What's up?"

James shrugs as he looks out the window again

"It's nothing"

"I don't think it's a "nothing""

James groans a bit before looking back at Sam, "Fine" he sighs in defeat

"I guess it's the fact that I'll be busy throughout this few months because of the album?" James said but it turns to a question, Sam hums in thought.

"...Is that really the reason?" asks teasingly

"I don't see another reason about it" James replies

"Okay 1. Everyone hates school and 'anybody' would have loved to have that reason to not attend school~ and 2. There's always another reason" they said and crossing their arms looking at the male expectedly.

James sighs once again running his hand through his golden locks then sits up properly to look at Sam, "Okay, fine" he said before clearing his throat "It's because time seems to pass by so fast and with the album coming up I..." his words faded soon after.

He snapped back to reality seeing Sam bod their head as they look out the window "That's true but we can't do anything about it" they said and then shrugs with a smile.

"But hey I know you can handle it, you are James Nightingale after all" Sam softly punches his shoulder getting a small smile crack into his features as he jokingly massages the shoulder that was "punched". "I just want to make it a big success and not let anybody down" James admits even if he doesn't show it he still fears of the little mistakes he might do but will use it to boost himself to do better.

Sam smile at him before placing a hand on his shoulder and gives it an encouraging squeeze

"And I know you will"

"You and Melody can do amazing things together"

James unconsciously smiles after hearing his partners name but before Sam could notice he goes back to his natural facade then looks out the window, unknown to him Sam and the rest of his mutual friend group knows the effects of what Melody has on him.

Throughout the rest of the school day James was being congratulated and been bombarded with good lucks in the halls, at lunch, in class and even got gifts from his fangirls in his locker.

Mostly the gifts however were from a certain girl who goes by the name Keight: She is one of James's schoolmates, classmate and mutual friends but she is known to him as his no. 1 fangirl(as she likes to call herself).

In the end though James makes his way to the waiting black car while farewells were yelled to him by the rest of his schoolmates and friends.

Once outside of Kings Music Comp. building he enters then into the elevator going to the thirteenth floor, as soon as the doors open he steps into the floor and walks through the hallways, turning left and towards the door of their special recording room.

Walking to the room he stops in his tracks in front of the window of the said room.

Looking in he sees that nearly everyone which was the assigned staff for today's practice including Mr. King, Ms. Barnes, Danny, and of course Melody herself.

'Why am I always the one who is late?' He sighs for the millionth time before looking back into the room.

It was your average recording studio but with a few different touches here and there, the walls being the color dark red with small bird silhouettes for design, the floors being hard wood floorboards that were waxed and shiny. The room was furnished with two black sofas and a small coffee table in the middle, the control panel(don't know what it's called) and the wide window that separates the room of the actual recording studio and the lounge area.

As he looks through and into the room his eyes never seem to fail to glance at Melody as though she was an angel that came down from heaven to bless him with her presence and make his heart beat a million times per second.

'Why do you make me feel like this...?'

'I hate it...but at the same time...I don't'

'Why?' he thinks to himself as he stares at the petite girl who smiles innocently.

He sighs again while closing his eyes to calm down his beating heart...

That wasn't until a cough got his attention. James jumped slightly with wide eyes and wiped his head to the left finding the source of the noise, Danny, and it draws to James that he was caught staring at his duet partner/crush through a window like a creep.

A bright red hue covers his entire face making him look like a tomato.

"Are you going to stand there admiring Melody all day or~?" he teases with a-all-knowing smirk and wiggling his eyebrows.

"S-SHUT UP!" yells the blushing James as he tries to cover his face with his hands.

"Awwe look at you~" Danny continues to tease and cooes

"I said shut up! Danny!"

"Why? Is it that embarrassing~?"

"Yes now shut it!"

The two friends continue to "fight" and throw words at each other but didn't know that in the room has gone silent as the people watch them. Some have deadpan faces while others were looking quiet amused to the situation.

"Should I go and get them, sir?" asks Ms. Barnes who looks at her boss for his answer,

Mr. King raises his hand as a stop motion "No it's alright besides they won't take that long..." he said while his face still looks serious and unnerved.

Soon enough the two went inside and each of their faces showing different expressions: James being annoyed while Danny shows a happy/pleased look.

"Took you two long enough" Mr. King said with crossed arms.

"Sorry sir, won't happen again" James replies side glaring at the snickering male beside him.

"Alright enough chit-chat we're wasting precious time" Mr. King's voice was loud and got everyone's attention, "James I like to introduce to you Mr. Dylan Vaughn Nixon", the said male walks up to his superior and stands right beside him.

The man stands in 6.1' and has dark black hair that were put into braids and styled to a ponytail, he wears a printed white shirt that says "Move or Groove", denim ripped pants with a belt, black Gucci rubber shoes and hair ties on his wrist.

"Mr. Nightingale, it's nice to see ya again" Dylan outstretched his hand for a formal handshake.

James takes hold of the older man's hand giving a firm shake before letting go and giving him a small nod. "You too sir"

"How has my son been treating you? Been pranked lately?" Mr. Nixon asked as he gives a knowing look towards the blonde

"Other than teasing, I would have to say he's well behave...for now" James said letting out a smirk that makes the man chuckle.

"You know talking behind my back is very rude" said Danny with a pout as he looks between the two

The two chuckle at his behavior before Mr. Nixon said "Sorry 'bout that, 'Daniel'" with a grin

"DAD!!! Don't call me that!" Danny protests

The men laugh at the now embarrassed boy before Mr. King decided to cut their little meeting short. "Alright let's leave Mr. 'Daniel' for now and get to practicing" "James since you were a few minutes late, we'll let Melody take the first song while you practice" Mr. King instructed making the male nod and each of them took their seats.

Danny being with his Dad at the control panel, Mr. King at the sofa with Ms. Barnes by his 'right' then that only leaves James with the second sofa...with Melody. Once James sees this he walks around the small table and stands there for a bit, his mind jumbling just by the thought of sitting with the petite girl.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Nightingale" interrogated Mr. King

James looks at his boss then to Melody like he's having a existential crisis. "Nothing sir..." James said before sitting down beside his crush but shuffled back to give both of them distance from each other.

In the corner of his eye he saw a flash of confusion and hurt from Melody making him wince 'I didn't mean it like that...' he thought before he saw movement. Looking to his left he saw that the girl giving him a sheet of paper with a gentle smile. It confuses him greatly at how for one second his heart aches just by the sight of her being sad then the next makes him feel like he is on cloud nine, "Here you go, James" said Melody.

He scoffs but still takes the paper gently from her and for a short millisecond their fingertips brushes against each other making a little blush appear on his face before leaving.

Mr. King gives a nod to Mr. Nixon as though it was a signal in which the other male those what he knew what to do.

Pressing a button on the panel, music plays from the speakers of the room and as James listens carefully to it he realize that it's one he never heard/sang of/to before.

Melody takes a breathe before letting herself sing to the music in the right moment and time.

(*insert any music you wish to hear in this part*)

As the last couple beats of the music fades. James can't help but to stare at her in amazement and awe. Melody's title isn't a joke to those who have been listening to her ever since she started, her voice sounding like the angels of heaven itself, there is no doubt that she will nail the songs in the album.

James continues to stare at her but one thought that crossed his mind was;

'No wonder I fell for her'