Stuck singing (Dream Diary #6)

I was a little late to class. They had already started as I made my way to the couch and sat down. The classroom was informal. It looked like my grandmothers living room.

The next person was called forward. It was her turn to sing. She put up a little resistence at first, but then stood up, walked over by the person playing the keyboard and started her song. We used to be friends, but that was a long time ago.

"She can't make me sing," I thought to myself. As if hearing my thoughts and sensing my discomfort, the teacher explained that once you got your ten songs done, you didn't have to do any more that semester. I took this class because I thought she was cool. If I knew it was going to be like this I would never have signed up. I leaned back and knocked something off the table. I looked down at the spilled contents: a couple pens, scraps of paper, pennies and whatnot. I left it there in defiance.

Another girl walked in. She had on a white button up blouse with the first several buttons undone, so you could see her breasts, barely covered by her bra. She had on cutoff jean shorts. Her hair was long, brown, wavy and thick. It hung halfway down her back. She was smiling and had a carefree air about her. I was sitting next to the teacher and everyone including her, just watched her. She got into the shower, which was now right in front of us and started wetting down her hair, her chin lifted, face back, and her eyes closed, her mouth still poised with a smile. The teacher leaned over to me and said, "It looks like she's been partying." It looked like that was probably true. The girl looked a little dirty and tan, like she had spent all weekend in the sun with a beer in her hand. I used to be friends with her too. She had ended up figuring out she was gay and submerged herself in a new set of friends. It was too bad because we had really gotten along.