He gave the other student a frozen stare. The young man was shaking and crying, his hood pulled back now to reveal dull brown hair and spectacles much like Grant’s own. Another student got up to investigate, and the thirteen employees followed. He listened in terror as the breathing grew worse, until he sounded like he was going to choke. He tried to hurry the others along, it was no use. Grant heard ragged breathing, followed by a sob. He began to lead the others away from the young man he had been, looking into study nooks for a man he could pass off as himself. Let’s look,” Grant answered, thankful for the opportunity to hide what was about to happen.
where are you, Grant?” Lacie asked through the silence. The stress had been enough to keep him up at night. The 78% he needed on the final seemed impossible. Finals had been coming up, and he had a 62% average in a required class. This memory-Grant was sure of what it was now-certainly took place during a time of stress. He’d made a promise to himself to start dressing for confidence, only to end up bringing along his sweater and spend most of the day hiding behind it, especially during times of stress. The hoodie looked ridiculous with the dress pants he was wearing. Similarly, he hoped that none of his coworkers would recognize him either. Grant could see his younger self studying and wearing a hoodie from the university with the hood up because he didn’t want to be bothered, didn’t want to feel seen. It was a little study nook in the library of Grant’s old university. The scene changed, and all eyes in the room shifted to face it. Why had the light’s colour only changed for him? And his defining memory- what could it be? Grant Cohen gave Sammy a nervous attempt at an approving smile before focusing back onto the blue light he held in his hands. He could see similar approval in Henry and Bertrum’s faces, as with most of the faces in the room. Susie and Joey lauded some praise on him. That teacher who had helped him out of his shell had surely been one of the most important influences in his life, and he was grateful. Current-day Sammy Lawrence sat back and smiled with joy and pride as the scene faded back into mist, taking the sound of his violin with it. The scene changed a final time to show Sammy playing the violin on stage with the band. “Sit down, Sammy, you’ll choose last.” But it was still there for him afterwards. In what was for Sammy a considerable act of courage, ran for it and picked it up as soon as the band teacher allowed them to. But that would require giving up his advantage over the others.
Or, he could choose the most dignified instrument he could think of: the violin. He’d always felt it was a rather embarrassing instrument to play, but if he was going to come out of his shell, he might as well do it all the way. He could have chosen his favourite instrument, the banjo. But the novelty of the more impressive instruments was calling him as loudly as the safety it held. Sammy had brought along his recorder, on which he was well-practiced. The band teacher explained this, Sammy thought on which instrument he’d like to learn. It was expected that the newbies would have to be taught an instrument before they could play with the older members of the band. His teacher had been right about one thing: no one expected a new member of an elementary school band to know anything. Sammy nodded, though he didn’t look so sure. They don’t expect anyone going in there the first time to know anything.” No one expects you to be as good as you are. Sammy, looking a little older now and very nervous, peeked in. Several students were seated there, chattering and in many cases holding instruments. The scene changed, and the group was in what looked to be a school music room. Everyone in the room who didn’t know Sammy cringed back in anticipation of a small child’s musical talents, but Sammy played fairly well, and extremely well for his age.
Should we start with the same song as yesterday?” He looked annoyed, but he obliged the teacher. One sentence, alright? Say anything you want.” Sammy nodded in reply, and took a recorder out of his desk. The teacher, a tall, black-haired man in his thirties approached him. All but one: a blond little boy of about eight years. The children were scribbling in notebooks when the class bell rang, sending them all scampering out the classroom door. The scene changed to that of an elementary school classroom. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 16304 Chapters: 8/8 Comments: 23 Kudos: 47 Bookmarks: 3 Hits: 836 Original Bendy and the Ink Machine Character(s).Lacie Benton & Grant Cohen & Shawn Flynn.
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