I’m the guitarist and everything-ist in our school since I play any instrument but love guitar. I’m part of a band that’s already really popular even outside of our school as lead guitarist. Today, me and my band all head to the music room for our band class that we have with our teacher, Mr. Reeves, and walk inside with our usual Sophomore confidence.

As we enter the spacious music room, our footsteps echo off the wooden floor. The familiar scent of polished brass and resin fills the air, blending with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. Each of us carries our instruments with a sense of pride—my guitar, of course, slung casually over my shoulder like a trusted companion.

"Hey, guys!"

I shout as we step inside, my voice cutting through the chatter and instantly drawing attention.

The other kids in band look up, their faces lighting up with excitement.

"There they are!"

*One of the percussionists exclaims, pointing at us with his drumsticks.

The room bursts into a flurry of activity as everyone rushes over to greet us, each one eager to share their latest musical triumph or seek advice.

"You're like a rock star around here.”

Jake, our band's bassist, teases, nudging me playfully.

I laugh, shaking my head.

“Nah, just lucky to be doing what I love."

We all smile brightly at all the other kids in band as everyone runs up to greet us excitedly or show us some kind of music, trying to get MY advice on music since I can play any instrument and I’m the head of everything in the music classes, conducting whenever Mr. Reeves can’t and always helping everyone in their music since I can sight-read anything in any instrument, any clef.

"Hey, can you help me with this part? I keep messing it up.”

Emma, a young violinist, says, holding up her sheet music with a furrowed brow.

The bell rings, signaling the start of class, and Mr. Reeves enters, his presence immediately commanding respect. He gives us a nod, signaling it’s time to settle down.

“We have a new student, everyone!”