(1) Rable

                                    

                                          
(Glams POV)
I hiss at my the prickly sensation that was from my fathers doing.
"... Arm hurts....Ralph is peeved...."
Another thought hits me like a brick. One that I shouldn't forget but wish I could.
"And Lydia is accompanying me when I'm done with the entrance exam.."
I grit my teeth at the sore thought. 
Making my trip to the conservatory. Staggering on with cold feet and a heavy head.
Despite how I felt, I kept my composure. Fixing up my tie and tux and making sure my hair is properly slicked back. 
My heavy head spotted something on the ground though, it was the silver end of a light bulb. 
A perfect prop for the miniature replica city I was building. 
I chase it down but toppled over it and accidentally kicked it into a near by allyway. I followed the silvery piece until I bumped into something else. 
A boy I'd soon meet by a dumpster. A meeting I'd think would be meaningless. 
I didn't know I be so incorrect about my assumption.
The boy was short, and stout. Around my age, maybe slightly older. A green leather jacket outlined his shoulders, the leather a bit too big to properly fit his stature.
His hair was in tuffs and almost like a dirt brown, fixated wherever and not in a unison form. 
His pants, worn and ripped at the knees and bottoms. 
I froze up when I accidentally made eye contact with the dumpster boy. His mischievous grin putting me on an edge. I couldn't tell what he was thinking of doing next. It was hard to read him at all. 
"Ah, Moufter moufter quel-a-moufter?" 
He tsk-ed at me clicking his tongue,
"What do we have here? A cracked bulb?" He glances up at me again, flashing the gap between his teeth with taunting grin. 
"Give it here!"
"Or what? Is it yours blond boy?"
What does my hair have to do with this confrontation!? 
I fall silent not knowing how to handle this conversation. 
"Tch- BAhahaa! Here, take it blonde."
He chuckles and tosses the bulb at me. 
"How.... graceful...." I tuck the bulb into my side pocket and when out of the ally way and back to the sidewalk following the conservatory. The boy decides to follow behind, could care less for his reason though.
"Hey! My name is-"
"I have no interest in your name." My snappy tone straight and to the point. Hoping he doesn't utter another word-
"Oooohhhhh, I see you got a violin. You must got great tone."
"Excuse me. I have ideal tone."
"Uh-huh... Say, why do you need the ass of a bulb again?" This pillock has overused his stay. 
"Why are you following me?"
He put his hand up in defense and stood in front of me.
"Hey. Im not stalking you. I'm just heading where you're going."
"That's practically stalking me."
"No it's noooot."
I roll my eyes. "It is, because there is no way where you are going to the same place I am heading!"
"And that is?" He gestures with his hands, egging me on to spill.
"I'm heading the the conservatory for the entrance exam!" I strongly walk off hoping that this ridiculous encounter is over-
"Hey! I'm going there too bud!" He places a hand on my shoulder jumping ahead of me again. I shrug his grip off my suit and dust it off.
I look him up and down with a scoff.
"There is no way in heavn and in hell that a person like you is a musician. None the less, going to be a future musician at a conservatory."
I walk off not daring to look back.
"Tch." 
A strong hand yanks me down to the boy's level. He looks me dead in the eyes, his face now blunt. His whole persona changing into a serious one, one that didn't want to joke or chit chag. He lowered his head and gazed not at me but through me.
"... And who says a musician can't DECIDE on how one looks like."
He lets go of my hand gently and continues past me. I stammer to walking again at my normal rhythm, can't seeming to think clearly. 
How dare such a feen talk to me like that!
"D-do you know who my father is young man!" 
"Couldn't care less tenso. Now could you stop steaming. Me and you we'll be late to our date with the conservatory."
The boy says in a sing-song kind of way.
I hope to never hear such idiotic words come out of any humans mouth ever again.....
But I hate to have to admit... But he's right. I will have to put this rage aside from the time being. The conservatories entrance exam is the matter at hand. And I can't believe I'm walking in along side this piece of rable.