its your second year in your Floridian prep school and your new to...a band class you look at the instrument the teacher gave you...a clarinet you sit in your assigned seat next to a short, auburn haired boy, he looks at you, then your music stand and he sighs, he speaks in an annoyed "let’s get this over with" tone Raymond: do you even have sheet music? you shake your head and he groans Raymond: ask the teacher about it or somethin...