LOCKED AND MOVED TO CREATIVITY
The Tuba Who Wanted A Friend
"Sweetie! Dinner is ready!" said Momma Tuba, her voice echoing in the hallway.
Tyson made his way to the table, reluctant at what he say staring up at him.
"Jesus Christ, Momma! Spaghetti again? How poor are we?" Tyson moaned. He was already down, so he figured a scolding couldn't make his life much more miserable then it already was. The girl of his dreams was with his life-long enemy, he lost all of his friends to the new kid, and he couldn't keep a beat worth stuff.
"Now honey, you know why we don't have as much money as the other tubas around town! Do you want to talk about something? I have a feeling the spaghetti isn't what's nipping at you." she motherly retorted.
"Nobody understands me! I'm the worst player in the whole class, I have no friends, and Tami the Tuba is with Tommy the Tuba!" he cried out in frustration. Tears were filling up his reed and he couldn't hold back the mucus that would come spilling out of his mouth.
He ran into his room and cried as he tried to stop the mucus from flowing.
As this poor little Tuba, lying in fetal position on his twin bed, was holding back his tears, he could only think of how miserable his life is.
"What is I was popular?" he thought to himself. "What if..." Then he had an idea. A brilliant idea that could either backfire, or make him a campus-wide sensation. To prepare himself for the next day, he got a good nights sleep. When he awoke, he grabbed his bag and headed toward the school campus, only to head straight to the office.
An old lady looked at him disgustedly.
"What do you want?" she got out of her windpipe, obviously having been puffing smoke out of it for years. The effects were quite obvious.
"I uh... I would like to run for school president." Tyson confidently replied.
"But nobody likes you." The old lady nonchalantly retorted. Tyson had not thought about this fact before, and he realized that it could play a big role in the election, but he decided to try anyway.
"I'll show her..." he huffed to himself walking out. He made some fliers by hand and went to Kinko's to make copies. He hung them all around the school. Feeling proud of himself walking home from school, he decided he would treat himself by grabbing an ice-cream. He went up to the counter only to be greeted by none other than Tommy the Tuba.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here! Tyson the Tuba! The biggest loser in school!" Tommy stated.
"Look Tommy, I don't want any trouble, I just want a Vanilla."
"Alright... Say, what's in your hand?"
Tyson hadn't noticed before, but he still had some extra fliers in his hand.
"Oh, well I'm sort of... Running for school president." Tyson shyly replied. Tommy only stared for a short period of time before laughing so loud, the Arctic had at least 4 avalanches occur.
Tyson felt his eyes swelling up with tears. Mucus started spilling out of his mouth and got all over Tommy.
"WHAT THE ****?" Tommy shouted.
Tyson started bawling, running home. He never wanted to be seen again. Unfortunately, school is required to be attended to, so he was forced to return to the devil building, only to find all of his posters to have been defaced. He didn't know what to do. His life was over. He had no friends, the love of his life was with the biggest jerk in the world, and he has become the laughing stock of the school. Could it get any worse?
Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like years, years felt like centuries, centuries felt like millenias. Everything was a shade of Grey. Then, all of the sudden the microphone came on.
"Attention students! The election has finally come to an end... The school president is..."
Tyson looked at all the stares coming toward Tommy.
"Tyson the Tuba!"
The class erupted. He had never felt so alive. Tommy was awestruck. Suddenly out of nowhere, Tami the Tuba gave him a big kiss.
"Can I be your first lady?" Tami asked sweetly.
"Aww hell yeeeeee!"
