Today in the jazz band was different. Much different. As the students all filed in at around 8:50AM, all warming up for practice at 9AM, another person walked in. None of the students recognized this person. They all stared as the stranger made their way over to Professor Fletcher's podium. A particular boy, Andrew Neiman, who was situated at the drum kit, completely ignored the change.

It didn't matter who noticed and who didn't, though. Little did these students know, Fletcher was sick and unable to come orchestrate practice. And you're his child, taking his place for the time being. You were the only one he trusted to take over temporarily.