Beatrice decided she wanted to get to know Josh. The way his music moved her—she needed to learn more about this boy. She had found out his name from Emily. Bea had casually asked Emily to tell her about some of the kids in the class.
Emily said she didn’t know much. She usually kept away from them, she said, because they were mostly the children of rich parents—spoilt children whose parents could afford this expensive school. She didn’t have time for any of them.
‘What about that scruffy guy over there?’ Bea had said, casually pointing at Josh. ‘He doesn’t look rich.’
Emily had admitted they weren’t all spoilt. Bea suspected it was a way for Emily to justify her attitude to herself.
‘His name is Josh. His mother is the school librarian. That’s how he can afford to come here and why he’s always hanging about the school late in the afternoon—waiting for his mum I guess.’
The librarian! Bea made a plan.
That afternoon as soon as the final bell went Bea packed her bag and rushed to the library. Sure enough, there was Josh sitting on a bench just outside the library. The cello case was on the ground beside him.
Bea stopped for a moment to catch her breath then walked casually up to him.
‘Hi, is the library shut already?’ She knew it was.
Josh was startled.
He just nodded.
‘Oh, damn. I’ll just have to take these books back tomorrow.’ She had several books tucked under her arm.
Josh was looking uncomfortably at her.
‘Is that your cello? I heard you playing in the music room the other day.’
Josh’s face relaxed a little. ‘Yeah, it’s new. I only got it a few weeks ago.’
‘I think the cello is the most amazing instrument. It produces such beautiful music. It makes me want to sing.’
Josh was amazed. No girl had ever spoken this much to him before.
‘Do you sing?’
‘Not really,’ said Bea, ‘At least—I don’t think so.’
‘Do you ever perform in public? I love hearing the cello played.’
‘I’m in the school orchestra. Actually—’ Josh hesitated. He could feel his heart racing. ‘I’m playing at the Fireworks Spectacular on the weekend. Are you going?’
‘I haven’t decided yet. Emily wants me to go.’
Josh lowered his eyes.
Bea looked at him curiously.
‘Well, I guess I should be going. I have to catch my bus. Maybe I’ll see you at the fireworks on Saturday.’
Josh nodded and Bea smiled as she turned and walked away. Her red hair bounced against her shoulders as she moved and Josh felt a warm glow spread throughout his chest.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a notepad and began scribbling down some music—this piece was going to soar like magic spinning across the sun. He needed to get home and begin practicing it so he could play it for Bea on Saturday night.