Jason really didn't think much of Billy...before this anyways. He'd always seem like that one 'off' kid and usually keep to himself, at least around Jason anyways. He had heard rumors of what Billy had done and Jason had trouble believing it. Braking a kids arm when your Billy's size? That would be nearly impossible. However, for some odd reason, when Billy began speaking to Jason, his attitude changed.<br/><br/>The words Billy spoke broke Jason's barrier between actually speaking and thought. Somehow, Billy appeared to be reading Jason's thoughts exactly. When he began talking about Amalia Graves...that's when he knew that Billy Weird was no normal person. Suddenly, all the doubts Jason had about him had seemingly vanished. He knew that Billy could do those things. Jason sat in silence as Billy went on about how Graves was dragging to band down as well as cramping his style. Jason wanted to disagree, but that was all the truth. The cold hard truth.<br/><br/>"You know what the problem is? You're not good enough. If you were good enough you wouldn't have to deal with losers like her holding you back. Hell, even your teacher is holding you back and you know it."<br/><br/>More truth. How could Billy know so much about Jason, let alone, what he was thinking. Jason was a good trumpet player, but that was exactly the problem. He was good. Not amazing or phenomenal. Just...good. In all actuality, Jason hated the word. Amalia and Mr. Mayer were both holding his true potential back, and, like Billy said, he knew it. Jason had always desired to be one of the best...no, the best trumpet player in the world, but how.<br/><br/>Billy offered to help Jason by telling him to meet the others at the train station tonight.<br/><br/><em>"How the hell does that help me?"</em>Jason quietly thought to himself.<em>"Does he even know how to play trumpet?"</em>He thought again, this time peering over at Billy. Jason noticed that his...'aura' had changed dramatically. He was still Billy but...he wasn't. He had offered to help Jason and, as quickly as he doubted his offer, he knew he was telling the truth. Jason would go to the train station to meet the others and Billy would help him. Before Jason had the time to ask Billy how, he had already left. Jason let out a sigh of relief and he found that he could move again.<br/><br/>Looking around for a clock, music theory had been dismissed for the past ten minutes. He shook his head and picked up his trumpet case, always having it with him by his side. It was a very beautiful custom made trumpet, with an elegant ivy design inscribed into the brass. It never left Jason's sight and he could always be seen holding it or withing ten feet of him. It was his prized possesion. He stood up and began walking out of the school, seeing as music theory was his last class of the day. He sat were his bus would usually come and pick him up and waited.<br/><br/><em>"Worlds best trumpet player."</em>He kept thinking to himself. The thought made him smile. Up on the stage making million of people cry or cheer...the more he thought about it, the better. His bus began pulling up as he stood up to board it. He was going to go tonight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Night had come and Jason was already en route to the train station. He had left his trumpet at home, still unsure as to what to expect and not wanting anything to happen to it. The train station was not that far from his house, so he maybe had to walk about ten minutes before getting there. His thoughts now turned to 'the others'. Were they other band members? Was Billy going to ambush him? Or were they others...like Jason, in that they to wanted something? The train station was in sight and Jason could make out the figures of people standing inside, through the window. Jason stopped and swallowed nervously before slowly entering.<br/><br/>He didn't know what to expect...<br/><br/><br/><br/>