The Vows Of Vengeance

Isabel Morgan

After thanking her, I turned to go when Sebastian came in. I was asked to stay. Sebastian sat next to me on one of the stools, and I sat on the one in front of her.

"Mr. Briggs, your band will be competing in the Symphony Shindig." She inquired.

He gave one nod.

"I want another performance from your side."

"Another performance?"

"Yes."

"Is it for the competition or-"

He started to say something, but she interrupted him. "Not the competition, I want it at the opening ceremony."

No.

I can see where this is headed. And it's not good at all.

Please don't do the duo thing.

I said a mental prayer.

"Okay, we'll prepare a song and present it to you whenever you say," Sebastian answered.

She wants us to perform, sweetie. Not you and your band. "Not with your band, Mr. Briggs." She wants you and me to perform.

Sebastian's brows knitted this time, unable to comprehend her meaning. "Pardon?"

"I want you and Ms. Morgan to perform on the opening night."

Sebastian didn't say anything, just stared at her.

His gaze gradually shifted from her to me, pausing for a few minutes. I assume he was mentally condemning me because... I am hated by Sebastian Briggs. Then he turned to face her again.

"You want me to perform without my band?" He inquired once again for an explanation.

She nodded. "Ashton and Stanley will be performing on the closing night, so I want a favour from you."

"Can they join us in the end?" Sebastian recommended.

"What are you trying to say?"

"She and I will play as a pair, and my band may join us when we finish. In that manner, don't you think it will be enjoyable?

"That seems like a decent one to me. I concur. "Ms. Morgan, do you have any problem with that?" she asked, turning to face me.

Shaking my head, I said, "Of course not."

"Good then, let's do it that way." "Also, I want the songs you're gonna perform within two days," she said, glancing between us.

My eyes got big.

Two days?

Only forty-eight hours?

Just 2880 minutes?

In other words, 172800 seconds. No fuck.

I need more than 172800 seconds to feel at ease with him. Actually, I still can't forget the awkward conversations I had with him after a year.

"Will do that, Mrs. Robinson," Sebastian answered.

Mrs. Robinson got up and walked out of the room. I just sat there waiting for him to say something or make a decision regarding the song. Rather, though, he rose from his chair and made adjustments to his guitar in his back. I got up just as he was leaving.

"Aren't we discussing?" I inquired.

With his back to me, he paused on the route.

"Do your research, I'll do mine, then we can discuss it tomorrow morning." He started to walk away again, but I stopped him.

"Where?"

"In the class, obviously."

"Are we discussing it in front of everyone?" I was a little confused this time.

He turned to look at me this time. My eyebrows went up; I was quite concerned about this. Will we be discussing it with the entire class? I have to assume that he will speak to me in class since he doesn't even smile at me in front of the class.

Oh! Jokes.

"No," he sighed. Early in the morning, we'll talk about it in class. I believe 30 minutes will be sufficient to choose a song, so I can catch the bus and be there by 7:30.

"7:30?" I said it again.

He gave one nod.

"Can we do it after 11?"

"After the first half, you mean?"

I gave a nod. "After 11, you are in the library, so we can talk at that time."

His eyebrows shot up.

Fuck! That wasn't the right thing to say.

I could come out as creepy to him. Or worse, someone who stalks you. "I-I m-mean you s-said once y-you stay in the library during the break." How come I'm stuttering?

I am a complete wreck.

I'm unable to talk to him. When it comes to him, I lose all sense. When it's him, my mind doesn't function!

Oh my God! Who am I?

He slowly understood me by nodding his head from left to right.

"So, after 11?"

"No, 7:30 am, in the class." I must go to bed, bitch.

You expect me to arrive at class at 7:30, but I consistently arrive late for the 8 am lesson. I get up at 7:30, bro. "No. "After eleven, wherever you say." I objected.

"How about 7:30? In class, we can talk about it. The class wouldn't be offered after eleven.

"I simply cannot. In the music room, we can talk about it. I recommended.

"For heaven's sake, you reside at the hostel. At most, you have ten minutes to get to the lesson. "Bitch! I must sleep. "All right, all right. At 7:30, I'll be there.

"Good." Before turning to depart, he said, "Don't be late."

As usual, I hurried to Abby's room after I got back to my hostel to tell her what had happened.

She pulled me inside after opening the door. "Tell me!"

I actually raced from the music room to my hostel, so I attempted to regain my breath.

"Call Margot," I remarked, then sat down on the bed. While sitting on the bed, she called Margot and invited her to her room. Later in the room, I can give Del the entire story.

"What?" After a few minutes, Margot came in, her eyelids drowsy. She made an angry look while sitting on the bed.

As I stood before them, I said, "Ms. Isabel Morgan is performing in the Symphony Shindig."

And their mouths hung open and their eyes grew big. They both couldn't speak.

"What? "Speak up?"

The two exchanged a startled glance before turning back to face me. Eyes looking up and down at me. I received those perverted glances when I attempted to cover my chest with my hands.