Annie's P.O.V

"Annie! The purpose of playing is to express your emotions! You play so dull and monotone!" The conductor and orchestra teacher Ms. Hanji yelled at me. I move my bow away from my strings twitching my left eye slightly, and clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Annoyed? Yes, I very much was.

"The competition is in an week! I want you to play with passion, with emotions, with an purpose!" Ms. Hanji kept yelling at me. Her glasses was fogging up from her hot breath, her hair was slightly messy from all the stress and frustration. She was going to continue scolding me like my parent, until we both heard the classroom door open.

The person who walked though the door has a reputation throughout this school. She's a string player like me, but she plays the cello. The instrument that is in front of the bass, she wasn't tall like Bertholdt but wasn't short like Christa. She was 5 feet and 11 inches or 180. 34 cemeteries, she walked in and stopped by the doorway looking at me and Ms. Hanji.

"Apologies Ms.Hanji. I didn't know you were rehearsing with Miss Leonhart," (Y/N) answered politely, then bowing afterwards. "Oh no! It's okay (Y/N)! Did you get the folders I asked for?" Ms. Hanji changed her attitude and walked over to the tall girl, "Yes I did, sorry it took longer than I thought. I ran into Mr. Smith on the way here, we both had a little conversation about my grades and such." (Y/N) responded handing Ms. Hanji the folders.

"Aye! That's wonderful! Thank you (Y/N)!" Ms. Hanji said having her excitement back in her voice. Once again (Y/N) bowed, once she lifted herself up she eyed me then turned away saying goodbye to Ms. Hanji.

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The rehearsal was so annoying and kinda embarrassing. I walked out of the classroom having my violin case in one hand, the sun was close to settling down and becoming dark. "You're quite the interesting player, huh? Leonhart?" A strange voice asked, I turned around to see (Y/N) leaning against the school's gate having her arms crossed.

The school's students wear uniforms. (Y/N) hates skirts so she wears the boy's uniform, the uniform was black with a white button up shirt and a red tie. It all depends on your grade, we're first years so we wear red ties. She has the uniform jacket's sleeves along with her white button up shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows, with the black uniform pants and some Nike (F/C) high tops.

Her was up in a lazy ponytail which is almost everyday, while we're at P.E or doing rehearsals. Her hair is always up in a lazy ponytail, if not her usual hair style is always having it down. "Stop with the formal bullshit. What do you want (Y/N)?" I asked grumbling and not wanted to deal with her shit right now.

Her serious face loosened up and she put a stupid grin on her stupid but handsome face. She made sure no one was around and slumped an arm over my shoulder smiling,"I was waiting for you. It's not safe if you walk home alone in the dark, am I right or wrong?" She said taking the grin off her face but was not serious for sure.

I sighed and accepted her company. "Want anything to snack on? I'll pay, don't worry about it." (Y/N) said taking her arm off my shoulder, I nodded my head "I want donuts." I demand haven't had those in a while. (Y/N) looked at me then a small smile started forming on her face, "Okay. Donuts it is, now that I think about it. I haven't had donuts in a while." (Y/N) said putting her hands in her pockets.

The walk to the bakery was quiet. Once we got to the bakery it was already dark, we ordered some donuts, a can of soda and some hot coco. We grabbed a booth and started munching on some donuts, "So, how was it?" (Y/N) asked taking a sip from her coco.

I raised a brow finishing my last piece of my donut. "How was what?" I asked trying to get an explanation from her, (Y/N) cleared her throat and asked again "How was your rehearsal?" (Y/N) asked with more clarification and details. My cheeks went red, I couldn't handle the shame and I didn't my face was red until (Y/N) pointed it out.

"You good Annie? You're face is red?" (Y/N) asked pointing at my face. "It was memorable..." I answered having the scenes flash in my mind, (Y/N) hummed at my answer then went to grab another donut and so did I. Our hands both landed on the last donut, our fingers brushed against each other. Her hand is warm while mine is cold, (Y/N) looked down at our hands and the donut then pulled away with a small smile tugging at her lips again.

"Sorry. You can have it, I know how much you like donuts. Have it, it's fine." (Y/N) said smiling at me then going to sip the rest of her coco. I nodded my head then ate the last donut without no mercy, after that I drank the rest of my coke looking out the bakery's window. "You know if you have terrible expressing your emotions though music, I can help you if you want?" (Y/N) asked looking up at me as I got up out of my seat grabbing my stuff.

I looked over my shoulder at her, as I stood in front of the doors of the bakery. "I appreciate your offer, but I decline it. I don't need help, you should focus on your music. And stop worrying about me," I responded and walked out of the bakery alone, my house isn't far away from this bakery so walking alone should be fine.

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I got home to my father making something in the kitchen. "I'm home!" I yelled from the doorframe taking off my shoes, I made sure my violin was in my backpack my dad always scolded me about the instrument. All because it reminds him of mother, I walked into the kitchen taking the shit at the table. "So I heard the school released the top ten students." My father started then turned away from the pan taking the plain white apron off.

I started sweating, did her get an email or something from Mr. Smith. "Are you the top student?" My father asked staring at me, I started to become Bertholdt as I started sweating more. I gulped and said it "No.. I came in fourth. Mikasa is just so smart," I said hoping her wouldn't lash out at me, my father sighed heavily "You didn't study enough?" My father asked "No! I did but-" I was saying but my father cut me off.

"It's because of that violin! Huh?!" My father yelled so suddenly. Walking over to my bag then zipping it open, exposing my violin still in it's case. "I told you to stop playing with that thing!" My father yelled more frustrated then ever, "But father, the competition is in an week!" I said back grabbing my bag. "The competition?! You know what! I forbid you from playing in that competition! Stop putting yourself in competitions!" My father yelled at me more frustrated.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I looked down at the wooden floor and nodded my head sadly, what am I going to say to Ms. Hanji about the competition?

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I laid in my bed, in my dark room. I could hear my father drag his limp leg up against the stairs, as his daughter I'm assigned to help him but I don't feel like it. I didn't want to, I trance my fingers over my black violin case. Then I flip it open going against his orders, I grab my bow and rosin my bow.

Then I start playing softly so he doesn't hear me. I kept playing until I opened my eyes and I was crying, I kept playing but the tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes.

Does music really have a purpose and meaning..?