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Dec. 13th, 2015 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fry_sandhuIt was the second to last rehearsal before the Christmas concert. Being in the Juniors, Fry didn't have to do the nativity this year, instead doing a selection of seasonal songs and carols.
A few weeks back Mr Irons had asked them if they had any favourites they wanted to do. Fry had written his choice in, and it had been picked, so he was pretty excited.
But today's rehearsal wasn't going quite as well as he liked. In the middle of Jingle Bell Rock, which is his favourite, he's been practicing the part that he sings on his own with Zack. But Zack is starting to look annoyed, and eventually turns around to Fry.
"Stop bobbing up and down." he says, glaring at him. "You're making us look stupid."
Fry blinks. He hadn't even realised he was doing it. Tommy, who is playing the trumpet for this song, nods in agreement.
"It makes you look retarded if just one person does it." he says.
"Thomas!" Mr Irons beckons him over. Tommy rolls his eyes, puts down his trumpet, and goes over to his teacher.
"That's a bad word, you're not to call him that." Mr Irons continues. "And it's particularly mean since Fry was the one who requested that you get to do your trumpet solo."
"He did?" Tommy looks surprised.
"Yep. He'd heard you practicing and said it was brilliant, so his request for the concert was that you get to do it." Mr Irons says. "He's bobbing up and down because he's happy."
Tommy looks back at Fry with a small pang of guilt. Then goes back over to Fry and Zack, who are still arguing.
"It looks silly if one person does it." Tommy says again, before turning to Zack. "So you should bob too."
Zack, who prides himself on being the 'cool' kid, looks alarmed. But moments later, Tommy is going round the rest of the class telling everyone else they have to do the same.
By the time of the concert, with a little help from Mrs Donkey the drama teacher to get some co-ordinated actions, Fry glances behind him as he sings his solo. Even the people who don't like him are moving with him. And although he knows it's only because Tommy told them to, it's kind of a nice feeling.
"Merry Christmas dork." Tommy says at the end, as they're leaving.
"Merry Christmas stinky." Fry replies.
Tommy grins, pulls a face at him, then goes off with his older brothers.
A few weeks back Mr Irons had asked them if they had any favourites they wanted to do. Fry had written his choice in, and it had been picked, so he was pretty excited.
But today's rehearsal wasn't going quite as well as he liked. In the middle of Jingle Bell Rock, which is his favourite, he's been practicing the part that he sings on his own with Zack. But Zack is starting to look annoyed, and eventually turns around to Fry.
"Stop bobbing up and down." he says, glaring at him. "You're making us look stupid."
Fry blinks. He hadn't even realised he was doing it. Tommy, who is playing the trumpet for this song, nods in agreement.
"It makes you look retarded if just one person does it." he says.
"Thomas!" Mr Irons beckons him over. Tommy rolls his eyes, puts down his trumpet, and goes over to his teacher.
"That's a bad word, you're not to call him that." Mr Irons continues. "And it's particularly mean since Fry was the one who requested that you get to do your trumpet solo."
"He did?" Tommy looks surprised.
"Yep. He'd heard you practicing and said it was brilliant, so his request for the concert was that you get to do it." Mr Irons says. "He's bobbing up and down because he's happy."
Tommy looks back at Fry with a small pang of guilt. Then goes back over to Fry and Zack, who are still arguing.
"It looks silly if one person does it." Tommy says again, before turning to Zack. "So you should bob too."
Zack, who prides himself on being the 'cool' kid, looks alarmed. But moments later, Tommy is going round the rest of the class telling everyone else they have to do the same.
By the time of the concert, with a little help from Mrs Donkey the drama teacher to get some co-ordinated actions, Fry glances behind him as he sings his solo. Even the people who don't like him are moving with him. And although he knows it's only because Tommy told them to, it's kind of a nice feeling.
"Merry Christmas dork." Tommy says at the end, as they're leaving.
"Merry Christmas stinky." Fry replies.
Tommy grins, pulls a face at him, then goes off with his older brothers.
