37. Her True Colors
We had recruited a new member of our high school band. She quickly became one of the most beloved people in the band. She was always invited to our “Percussion Parties” and she was an outstanding person. That was until she started talking smack about one of my other good friends. Almost everyone joined in except for me and another dude. That was when both of us realized she might not be as cool as we thought.
Months later, she continued to increasingly show her true colors. I began to despise her but held out hope that we could still be friends. Then that memorable day finally came. We, the percussionists, began fooling around while the band director went off to work with the trumpets.
This other dude and her were talking while I was doing that thing where you stand awkwardly outside the circle listening. I forget the beginning of the conversation, but I do remember this: “… If it makes you feel any better, you’re my 3rd favorite percussionist!” “person 1, person 2, other dude, [me].” Yeah, I was kind of expecting that. Whatever! But then she turned to me without missing a beat: “You’re my least favorite percussionist.”
I shrugged it off, but it definitely hit hard. The part of me still thinking we could be friends finally shattered. Other dude noticed this too. Other dude and I are close now, but not so much with her. I got over it, still got lots of friends, life’s good.