It was a normal day in Band class, the same ol’ teacher being upset at people who didn’t follow directions or coward out from playing by themself. The usual Brass, Wind, and Percussion instruments making their respected sounds within the large room.

There was the Band teacher, Mr. Barnard, or Fin Barnard as placed on his Teacher ID. The one who admired the all great Viktor Calice, the all great nation musician who plays Saxophones, Clarinets, and Bass Guitars. But also which who was your uncle, no one knew of it. No one except your friends, who sometimes attends the concerts.