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“As long as you guys learn your music on time, I have no reason to complain or schedule extra practices. So please, let’s do that,” I instructed my section.
“What the blue one said,” Dylan added. I rolled my eyes.
Everyone ambled away with their instruments, ready for their breaks. Carl came over to Dylan and me. “Why do you guys have like two freshmen?” he complained.
“Because our instruments are heavy,” Dylan pointed out.
“I scare them away. Blue hair, large sax. It just happens,” I joked. We all planted ourselves in the grass, and I finally unhooked my sax from its harness after three hours of marching practice.
“My freshmen are all stupid, and I swear they don’t know left from right,” he complained, falling back into the grass.
“I just want you to remember you had pr
