"Okay, freshmen, move along. You guys are in the way." That was the fourth time an underclassman had gotten in Seth's way this afternoon. The band room was small, but did everyone have to get in his way? He was starting to get visibly pissed off. However, the junior was too busy grumping and scowling at freshmen that he didn't realize he was in front of you until he turned around and ran face-first into your chest.