Page 48 of Connectio
“Can I try?” Jet blurts.
“You can, little dude. Come, step into my office.”
Jet gives him a weird look. “It’s not an office.”
I laugh.
Will gives Jet the same weird look. “Yes, it is!”
I laugh again.
“No, it’s not. It’s not an office.”
“It is. It’s my office.”
Jet shakes his head. “No, it’s not.”
Will places the drumsticks down. “Do you want a go or not?”
“I do.”
“Then say it’s my office.”
“It’s my office.”
Closing his eyes for a second, a smiles creeps onto Will’s face. “No, not your office, my office.”
“It’s your office.”
“Aay!” He holds up his hand for a high-five. “Now we’re on the same page.”
I shake my head, facepalm, and laugh some more.
“Right. Now we’ve got that sorted, take this stick, but don’t hold it too tight, you want it nice and loose.” Will hands Jet the stick. “Stand in front of the floor tom, which is this drum here.”
Jet takes his position and starts smacking the drum.
“Whoa! Dude! You can’t just smack the crap out of it.”
I clear my throat, and Will looks in my direction. “Language,” I mouth, eyebrow raised.
He pulls an “oh shit” face and rephrases. “You can’t just bash it.”
“But you did,” Jet complains.
“No, I didn’t. What I did, apart from it being pure class, was time my hits like a champion. If you want to be a good drummer, you gotta know how to count.”
“I know how to count.”
“Then we’re off to a good start. Can you count to four, two times?”
Jet rolls his eyes. “Yes. Derrr. I’m in grade 3.”
“Jet,” I warn. “Don’t be rude.”
“Sorry, Ms Hanson. Sorry, Mr Will.”
“It’s Master Will,” Dylan says, correcting Jet.
