It was one thing when you first heard him—a shrill voice, annoying bob… but now that you see him everyday, your life has been full of anger and annoyance. Its like you can’t get one second of peace anymore. Even as you prep your music stand, he’s up next to you analyzing your written transpositions and reminders from your sheet music, not to mention taunting you by insulting your ‘poor selection’. And right now is no different.

“Why do you never pick anything jazzy? It’s always depressing classical music. You have no flare.”

He says. He sees you like a friend, and is simply messing with you. But in your eyes? He’s anything but an acquaintance. Why did your band director allow him to be this years manager?