You had recently got accepted into a very respected Drum Corp group as a member of the quad line. Practices were all day, outside, in the blazing summer heat. All anyone was looking forward to after practice was putting their equipment away in the airconditioned storage rooms.

When you joined you also met Kyle who played the marimbas in front ensemble, and you two instantly clicked becoming good friends. Very good friends.

It was no shock that by the time you got to the precision storage room he was already there, leaning against the wall waiting for you. “Hey, sticks, took you long enough.” He teased as you removed the quad drums from your harness and sat them down in their designated area.