Five- Chapter 1I remember the first time I picked up a piece of sheet music. It was ninth grade, my first year in high school, and my dad had pushed me to take up chorus. I begrudgingly agreed, partly because I didn’t like upsetting my dad- he had enough problems to worry about- but mostly to keep him off my back. I preferred to keep to myself when it came to my disjointed family.So I when I picked out my classes for my schedule, I carefully selected ‘Chorus I’ from the list of electives, along with Computer Science and Astronomy. A strange mix, no doubt, and nothing could have prepared me for that first day at Quincy High.Before I go any further, I want to make one point very clear: I had never sang, for anyone, ever. The only reason my dad wanted me to was because my mother apparently had the voice of an angel or something. You know, before she tossed that angelic side and dropped her family for the fame and fortune of Hollywood. So, I walked into that music room with absolutely
FiveFive.A fairly typical number, common in everyday use.Five fingers on a hand, five toes on a foot.Five, ten, fifteen, twenty.Five schooldays in a week.The five senses.Five points on a star.And yet, it has another not-so-common use, one that is especially important to our rag-tag group, one that I hold dear to my heart. You see, there are five of us, all with our different yet equally significant talents.It didn’t take much creativity to come up with the name. After all, it didn’t start out as a serious thing, anyway. It was for fun, something to keep us occupied on the weekends, something to keep us out of trouble.But it has become so much more.We are five people, working together to make dreams come true. We are five separate identities, unified under one name.We are a band called Five.