Log: Fio and Jason
WHO: Fio Jackson and Jason Liu
WHAT: First meetings
WHERE: Orchestra Classroom
WHEN: Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Fio stretched her fingers as Orchestra class ended. For her first week, Fio was proud at herself for keeping up so well with everyone else. It felt good to play for so long and with so many other instruments. Honestly, she wondered why she hadn't try to push to take this class sooner. All her fears that she was going to blow playing with other people was dashed fairly easily at least. She had been terrified that she would be a decent soloist but terrible when it came to playing in a group after her teacher had said that it happened sometimes.
Fio pushed her red colored ponytail over her left shoulder and moved to take apart her flute, not caring if she was the last person in the classroom. They had a small break between classes right now and Fio wasn’t about to rush into the pile of people.
Jason wasn’t in any hurry to leave the classroom. He never really was because he wanted to avoid the rush out the doors. Who knew what would happen to his violin in that crowd? So he took his time, packing up his sheet music and making small talk with Cadie. When he had finished, finally snapping the lid of his case shut and hoisting it onto his shoulder, he made for the door.
He was halfway down the hall when he remembered something. His next class was Calculus and there had been a practice sheet assigned yesterday, not really graded homework, it was more like a test on how much knowledge one retained over the holiday break. While he was sure he stuck his sheet in his binder last night, he didn’t recall putting it back in when he took his binder out for class. Rummaging quickly through his things confirmed his suspicion and he immediately hightailed it back to the Orchestra room.
Fio was humming as she finished getting her stuff and looked around her area to make sure that she hadn't forgotten anything when she saw what looked like someone’s homework towards the front of the class. Fio walked over to grab it and looked down at the name. Jason Liu. It looked like the guy had calculus. Well her class was down that hallway, she could probably stop in and hand it to the teacher so the guy didn't get a failing grade when he couldn't find the paper.
Slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder, she was about to head out when she nearly ran head first into a tall male. “O-oh sorry!”
To be honest, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. His mind was firmly set on finding his worksheet. Even if it wasn’t graded, it was still class work. He had flung open the door and walked in, not noticing there was someone walking out. He crashed into the person, a cry of surprise slipping from his mouth. His eyes drifted over to his violin case. There wasn’t any direct impact on it but it didn’t hurt to be sure. He turned to look at whoever he bumped into and mumbled an apology.
Fio winced as she crashed back to the chairs behind her. At least she didn't fall completely over again. This had to be one of the worst parts of being small... well actually there was no good parts to her height that Fio could think of. At the boy’s mumbled apology, she huffed a little and nodded. “Just be careful. That hurt.” She muttered as she moved to smoother hands over her
dark purple skirt and pick up the worksheet again so she could start towards class.
Having gotten that bit of awkwardness out of the way, Jason walked over to his seat, eyes darting frantically as he sought for a glimpse of his sheet. He was moving the chairs this way and that but still no luck. He sighed, stuck his hands in his pockets and walked out of the room.
Fio managed to dodge a few other people as she walked down the halls and waved at a few more. It was hard to avoid getting trampled as she wove through the students until she reached the math room. The teacher was currently out of the classroom though. Fio sighed and moved to lean against his desk and wait. It was one of the few blessings that she loved about being one of Sue Sylvester’s girls is that the teachers usually ignored when she was late so she didn't have to rush towards her next class.
He approached the room with trepidation. Jason hated the feeling of not being prepared for class. Losing his worksheet definitely counts as being unprepared. He pushed the door open, eyes trained on the ground, mind already whirring with possibilities on how to make up for this gaffe. It was only after he was settled in his seat, second row near the window, when he noticed the stranger in the room. “I think you’re lost?”
Fio moved to sit on the teacher’s desk as she waited, letting her feet swing slightly. God she hated being tiny. When someone spoke to her, she glanced up and saw the guy who had rushed into the music room and slammed into her earlier. Of course. Letting out a sigh, Fio looked him over once. “Is your name Jason?”
“Yes?” He replied, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
She slid her hand into her bright blue messenger back and pulled out his worksheet. “You left this in the Orchestra room.”
He took the paper from her and looked over it. It was his all right. If the name wasn’t enough clue, the handwriting gave it away. He set it on his desk. “So that’s where it went. Thanks for that.”
“You’re welcome. You must have left it when you were leaving. “ Fio smiled again. “That’s probably why you rushed back into the classroom then, huh? I should’ve thought of that before.”
“Right,” he mumbled in reply. Jason stepped back and stood next to his seat. He’d rather be sitting down and browsing through his textbook but that would be impolite, not when that girl was still here.
Fio offered a small smile again and moved to stand and offered Jason her hand. “I’m Fio by the way. I’m new in Orchestra.”
He took the offered hand and shook it firmly. “Jason. But you already knew that. And I’m not new in Orchestra.” He had been taking it since freshman year. Back then, he had been just one of many in the violin section. But now, he was one of the principal players.
Fio smiled brightly. “I assumed you werent. Arent you like first violin?” She tilted her head to the side a little in curiosity. Fio thought he might be, but she wasn't sure. Honestly, she hadn't been paying much attention to anything than her own section during class today and trying to keep up.
Jason simply hummed affirmative in response. He was, indeed, first violin and normal orchestra protocol meant he was second only to their conductor in terms of authority. "And you play the flute correct?" He made it a point to know everyone in orchestra.
Fio nodded. “Yeah. It’s my first time actually playing with a group. I’m pretty excited. I look forward to playing under you.” She said, repeating the words she had heard on a few of the shows she had watched to try see how a concert worked. She only hoped that they were correct.
"Not bad for a beginner." He nodded, pleased with what she had said. "I look forward to playing with you as well."
Fio fought the urge to grin for getting that correct. Whoever said you couldn't learn anything from tv was wrong. Pushing her hair out of her face, she offered him a shy smile. “Hopefully I’ll catch on quickly. I’ve only ever played solo before. It was such a different dichotomy today than what I'm used to.”
"You look like you're a fast learner. " He mostly focused on the string sections so he hadn't paid much attention to her.
“Thanks?” Fio laughed a little and shook her head. “I guess it’s just habit now. You have to be on the ball with coach Sylvester breathing down your neck at every turn.”
Oh, right. She was a cheerio. Somehow, the fact slipped from his mind. It only showed how little attention he paid to non-music-related things. Jason shrugged, “Yeah, I guess...”
Fio deflated a little at his comment. She forgot that saying the word cheerio with some people was like a curse. They automatically thought she wasn't one of them and would slushie them if given a chance. “Yeah... So, ummm how long have you been playing?” She asked, trying to change the subject. Fio didn't want to leave with him thinking of her like that.
“I’ve been playing since I was five...” Jason replied, his eyes were trained at the clock at the front of the room. Class was going to start any minute now.
Fio glanced to where he was looking and saw the clock. Quickly she grabbed her bag again and offered him a small smile. “I better get going. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. It was nice talking to you.”
“Yeah. Uh, you too.” He nodded at her and took his seat.
WHAT: First meetings
WHERE: Orchestra Classroom
WHEN: Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Fio stretched her fingers as Orchestra class ended. For her first week, Fio was proud at herself for keeping up so well with everyone else. It felt good to play for so long and with so many other instruments. Honestly, she wondered why she hadn't try to push to take this class sooner. All her fears that she was going to blow playing with other people was dashed fairly easily at least. She had been terrified that she would be a decent soloist but terrible when it came to playing in a group after her teacher had said that it happened sometimes.
Fio pushed her red colored ponytail over her left shoulder and moved to take apart her flute, not caring if she was the last person in the classroom. They had a small break between classes right now and Fio wasn’t about to rush into the pile of people.
Jason wasn’t in any hurry to leave the classroom. He never really was because he wanted to avoid the rush out the doors. Who knew what would happen to his violin in that crowd? So he took his time, packing up his sheet music and making small talk with Cadie. When he had finished, finally snapping the lid of his case shut and hoisting it onto his shoulder, he made for the door.
He was halfway down the hall when he remembered something. His next class was Calculus and there had been a practice sheet assigned yesterday, not really graded homework, it was more like a test on how much knowledge one retained over the holiday break. While he was sure he stuck his sheet in his binder last night, he didn’t recall putting it back in when he took his binder out for class. Rummaging quickly through his things confirmed his suspicion and he immediately hightailed it back to the Orchestra room.
Fio was humming as she finished getting her stuff and looked around her area to make sure that she hadn't forgotten anything when she saw what looked like someone’s homework towards the front of the class. Fio walked over to grab it and looked down at the name. Jason Liu. It looked like the guy had calculus. Well her class was down that hallway, she could probably stop in and hand it to the teacher so the guy didn't get a failing grade when he couldn't find the paper.
Slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder, she was about to head out when she nearly ran head first into a tall male. “O-oh sorry!”
To be honest, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. His mind was firmly set on finding his worksheet. Even if it wasn’t graded, it was still class work. He had flung open the door and walked in, not noticing there was someone walking out. He crashed into the person, a cry of surprise slipping from his mouth. His eyes drifted over to his violin case. There wasn’t any direct impact on it but it didn’t hurt to be sure. He turned to look at whoever he bumped into and mumbled an apology.
Fio winced as she crashed back to the chairs behind her. At least she didn't fall completely over again. This had to be one of the worst parts of being small... well actually there was no good parts to her height that Fio could think of. At the boy’s mumbled apology, she huffed a little and nodded. “Just be careful. That hurt.” She muttered as she moved to smoother hands over her
dark purple skirt and pick up the worksheet again so she could start towards class.
Having gotten that bit of awkwardness out of the way, Jason walked over to his seat, eyes darting frantically as he sought for a glimpse of his sheet. He was moving the chairs this way and that but still no luck. He sighed, stuck his hands in his pockets and walked out of the room.
Fio managed to dodge a few other people as she walked down the halls and waved at a few more. It was hard to avoid getting trampled as she wove through the students until she reached the math room. The teacher was currently out of the classroom though. Fio sighed and moved to lean against his desk and wait. It was one of the few blessings that she loved about being one of Sue Sylvester’s girls is that the teachers usually ignored when she was late so she didn't have to rush towards her next class.
He approached the room with trepidation. Jason hated the feeling of not being prepared for class. Losing his worksheet definitely counts as being unprepared. He pushed the door open, eyes trained on the ground, mind already whirring with possibilities on how to make up for this gaffe. It was only after he was settled in his seat, second row near the window, when he noticed the stranger in the room. “I think you’re lost?”
Fio moved to sit on the teacher’s desk as she waited, letting her feet swing slightly. God she hated being tiny. When someone spoke to her, she glanced up and saw the guy who had rushed into the music room and slammed into her earlier. Of course. Letting out a sigh, Fio looked him over once. “Is your name Jason?”
“Yes?” He replied, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
She slid her hand into her bright blue messenger back and pulled out his worksheet. “You left this in the Orchestra room.”
He took the paper from her and looked over it. It was his all right. If the name wasn’t enough clue, the handwriting gave it away. He set it on his desk. “So that’s where it went. Thanks for that.”
“You’re welcome. You must have left it when you were leaving. “ Fio smiled again. “That’s probably why you rushed back into the classroom then, huh? I should’ve thought of that before.”
“Right,” he mumbled in reply. Jason stepped back and stood next to his seat. He’d rather be sitting down and browsing through his textbook but that would be impolite, not when that girl was still here.
Fio offered a small smile again and moved to stand and offered Jason her hand. “I’m Fio by the way. I’m new in Orchestra.”
He took the offered hand and shook it firmly. “Jason. But you already knew that. And I’m not new in Orchestra.” He had been taking it since freshman year. Back then, he had been just one of many in the violin section. But now, he was one of the principal players.
Fio smiled brightly. “I assumed you werent. Arent you like first violin?” She tilted her head to the side a little in curiosity. Fio thought he might be, but she wasn't sure. Honestly, she hadn't been paying much attention to anything than her own section during class today and trying to keep up.
Jason simply hummed affirmative in response. He was, indeed, first violin and normal orchestra protocol meant he was second only to their conductor in terms of authority. "And you play the flute correct?" He made it a point to know everyone in orchestra.
Fio nodded. “Yeah. It’s my first time actually playing with a group. I’m pretty excited. I look forward to playing under you.” She said, repeating the words she had heard on a few of the shows she had watched to try see how a concert worked. She only hoped that they were correct.
"Not bad for a beginner." He nodded, pleased with what she had said. "I look forward to playing with you as well."
Fio fought the urge to grin for getting that correct. Whoever said you couldn't learn anything from tv was wrong. Pushing her hair out of her face, she offered him a shy smile. “Hopefully I’ll catch on quickly. I’ve only ever played solo before. It was such a different dichotomy today than what I'm used to.”
"You look like you're a fast learner. " He mostly focused on the string sections so he hadn't paid much attention to her.
“Thanks?” Fio laughed a little and shook her head. “I guess it’s just habit now. You have to be on the ball with coach Sylvester breathing down your neck at every turn.”
Oh, right. She was a cheerio. Somehow, the fact slipped from his mind. It only showed how little attention he paid to non-music-related things. Jason shrugged, “Yeah, I guess...”
Fio deflated a little at his comment. She forgot that saying the word cheerio with some people was like a curse. They automatically thought she wasn't one of them and would slushie them if given a chance. “Yeah... So, ummm how long have you been playing?” She asked, trying to change the subject. Fio didn't want to leave with him thinking of her like that.
“I’ve been playing since I was five...” Jason replied, his eyes were trained at the clock at the front of the room. Class was going to start any minute now.
Fio glanced to where he was looking and saw the clock. Quickly she grabbed her bag again and offered him a small smile. “I better get going. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. It was nice talking to you.”
“Yeah. Uh, you too.” He nodded at her and took his seat.