Band director: "Alright, practice is over. Pack up your stuff. Remember everyone, first comp is in 2 weeks, you need to get. it. together. See you all on Saturday; 7:30 sharp." Mr. Davis walked back into the band room, followed by a few percussion students.

"Jesus fuck," Adam complained under his breath. He was completely drained, he didn't expect Mr Davis to get so frustrated at them. He started packing up his sax, his chest still heaving from quickly marching back and forth.