Backlog: Cadie & Jason
Who: Cadie & Jason
When: First day of school, August 2011
Where: Orchestra room
What: epic elite musical friendships
The first day of school was always exciting, seeing old friends and whatnot, catching up for the summer. Cadie was no different as he headed to the orchestra room to put his cello away. The classroom was mostly empty right now, which was fine with him as he grabbed a marker and wrote his name on a piece of masking tape to claim a locker for his instrument. Putting it and his music folder safely inside and then pulling a lock from his backpack he was ready to go. Now he could start school, go find friends, compare schedules, whatever.
Jason walked down the hall with a scowl on his face. He wasn’t all that fond of the first day of school. First day blues, they suck. He made his way to the orchestra room, mindful of other people in the hall. He made sure to keep his violin case as close to him as he could. Hallways, especially McKinley’s, could be dangerous and he’d rather not take a chance.
He opened the door and walked in, heading straight for his locker. It was the same one he had last year and the year before that, locker 317. He quickly put his instrument away and was about to leave when he noticed there was someone else in the room with him. It took another moment to register who it was. He walked over to the other boy and tapped him on the shoulder.
Turning, Cadie rolled his eyes. Oh, Jason. *Hey, sup?* he asked with a flick of his hands. Cadie couldn’t speak, he had never been able to due to a birth defect when he was born 8 weeks premature. He was fluent in sign language though and could hear just fine. Anyone who hung around him knew at least a few basic signs, like that one and he had known Jason almost as long as he could remember. The other guy was one of the few musicians in Lima nearly equal in talent to him.
“Hey.” Jason replied, eyes intently looking at Cadie’s hands. “How are you?” When he first met Cadie, he was surprised. Cadie was certainly a unique individual and it took him awhile to get used to the sign language.
*Good, you?* When Cadie had IM open on his phone or computer, or was texting, he tended towards long, wordy replies, but when he was in person like this it was very short, easy replies or he wrote things down on a little notepad he carried. Most people just thought he was really quiet actually since he didn’t require any sort of interpreter or anything for his classes. Pulling his notebook out he flipped it open and wrote quickly, Made first cello for orchestra. And for CYO this year. :P
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Jason asked. He tried to look serious but he was sure he failed at it. Besides, Cadie knew him well enough to know he was, mostly, kidding.
Well, Jason was a senior and Cadie was a junior so yeah, he should be impressed. Flipping Jason off easily, Cadie put the little notepad back in his pocket and pulled out his schedule and gestured to it, hopefully Jason would know to pull his own out so they could compare.
Seeing the other boy gesture at his schedule, Jason pulled out his own. His schedule was pretty much loaded. He didn’t believe in slacking for his senior year. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”
Well, given their different years, a lot of things were different for their schedules. As a junior, Cadie was limited in his options for certain classes, but they had orchestra together and AP Music Theory. That was good. He pointed to those classes with a blunted nail. Nudging Jason lightly, Cadie asked, *You speak for me in those classes?* Well, what he asked was, ‘You speak for me’ but the meaning was more than that.
He figured as much that he and Cadie had those two classes together so it didn’t come as a surprise. Jason nodded at the other boy. “Yeah. I can do that.”
*Good, thanks,* the sign for ‘good’ and ‘thanks’ were actually the same. The context though changed the meaning. ASL was like that a lot. Checking the clock on the wall, Cadie adjusted his mostly empty backpack. They had a few more minutes before they had to report for home room, You ready for your Juilliard audition? he wrote on his notepad.
“It’s fine.” He didn’t mind doing it. It was for a friend. Jason had to pause and think about the question. As much as he’d like to say that he was born ready, he didn’t really feel like it. Even though he knew he was the best violinist in the state and he had a very good chance of getting in (he wasn’t arrogant enough to say he was a shoo-in even if he felt like it), he still had doubts. He simply shrugged. “I hope so.”
Come over and practice tonight? Cadie was referring to the music store that his parents owned, Monroe’s music. He was generally there several evenings a week, the last practice room on the second floor was his. It had started as his little play area as a child and now was his personal practice room. It worked to his advantage. Their basement was soundproofed too at his house, but that was a little different. We’re having a family dinner about 6pm, but I will be at the store before and after practicing.
“Sounds good to me.” Jason replied. He took his schedule and tucked it back in his binder. He liked practicing with Cadie. It was nice to play with someone who could keep up with him.
*See you later* Cadie said as the bell rang signalling the time to get to homeroom and start the school year.
“Later.” He raised his hand and waved goodbye before making his way out the door.
When: First day of school, August 2011
Where: Orchestra room
What: epic elite musical friendships
The first day of school was always exciting, seeing old friends and whatnot, catching up for the summer. Cadie was no different as he headed to the orchestra room to put his cello away. The classroom was mostly empty right now, which was fine with him as he grabbed a marker and wrote his name on a piece of masking tape to claim a locker for his instrument. Putting it and his music folder safely inside and then pulling a lock from his backpack he was ready to go. Now he could start school, go find friends, compare schedules, whatever.
Jason walked down the hall with a scowl on his face. He wasn’t all that fond of the first day of school. First day blues, they suck. He made his way to the orchestra room, mindful of other people in the hall. He made sure to keep his violin case as close to him as he could. Hallways, especially McKinley’s, could be dangerous and he’d rather not take a chance.
He opened the door and walked in, heading straight for his locker. It was the same one he had last year and the year before that, locker 317. He quickly put his instrument away and was about to leave when he noticed there was someone else in the room with him. It took another moment to register who it was. He walked over to the other boy and tapped him on the shoulder.
Turning, Cadie rolled his eyes. Oh, Jason. *Hey, sup?* he asked with a flick of his hands. Cadie couldn’t speak, he had never been able to due to a birth defect when he was born 8 weeks premature. He was fluent in sign language though and could hear just fine. Anyone who hung around him knew at least a few basic signs, like that one and he had known Jason almost as long as he could remember. The other guy was one of the few musicians in Lima nearly equal in talent to him.
“Hey.” Jason replied, eyes intently looking at Cadie’s hands. “How are you?” When he first met Cadie, he was surprised. Cadie was certainly a unique individual and it took him awhile to get used to the sign language.
*Good, you?* When Cadie had IM open on his phone or computer, or was texting, he tended towards long, wordy replies, but when he was in person like this it was very short, easy replies or he wrote things down on a little notepad he carried. Most people just thought he was really quiet actually since he didn’t require any sort of interpreter or anything for his classes. Pulling his notebook out he flipped it open and wrote quickly, Made first cello for orchestra. And for CYO this year. :P
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Jason asked. He tried to look serious but he was sure he failed at it. Besides, Cadie knew him well enough to know he was, mostly, kidding.
Well, Jason was a senior and Cadie was a junior so yeah, he should be impressed. Flipping Jason off easily, Cadie put the little notepad back in his pocket and pulled out his schedule and gestured to it, hopefully Jason would know to pull his own out so they could compare.
Seeing the other boy gesture at his schedule, Jason pulled out his own. His schedule was pretty much loaded. He didn’t believe in slacking for his senior year. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”
Well, given their different years, a lot of things were different for their schedules. As a junior, Cadie was limited in his options for certain classes, but they had orchestra together and AP Music Theory. That was good. He pointed to those classes with a blunted nail. Nudging Jason lightly, Cadie asked, *You speak for me in those classes?* Well, what he asked was, ‘You speak for me’ but the meaning was more than that.
He figured as much that he and Cadie had those two classes together so it didn’t come as a surprise. Jason nodded at the other boy. “Yeah. I can do that.”
*Good, thanks,* the sign for ‘good’ and ‘thanks’ were actually the same. The context though changed the meaning. ASL was like that a lot. Checking the clock on the wall, Cadie adjusted his mostly empty backpack. They had a few more minutes before they had to report for home room, You ready for your Juilliard audition? he wrote on his notepad.
“It’s fine.” He didn’t mind doing it. It was for a friend. Jason had to pause and think about the question. As much as he’d like to say that he was born ready, he didn’t really feel like it. Even though he knew he was the best violinist in the state and he had a very good chance of getting in (he wasn’t arrogant enough to say he was a shoo-in even if he felt like it), he still had doubts. He simply shrugged. “I hope so.”
Come over and practice tonight? Cadie was referring to the music store that his parents owned, Monroe’s music. He was generally there several evenings a week, the last practice room on the second floor was his. It had started as his little play area as a child and now was his personal practice room. It worked to his advantage. Their basement was soundproofed too at his house, but that was a little different. We’re having a family dinner about 6pm, but I will be at the store before and after practicing.
“Sounds good to me.” Jason replied. He took his schedule and tucked it back in his binder. He liked practicing with Cadie. It was nice to play with someone who could keep up with him.
*See you later* Cadie said as the bell rang signalling the time to get to homeroom and start the school year.
“Later.” He raised his hand and waved goodbye before making his way out the door.