Familiar faces crowd me. I soak in their attention. Pushing my way out of the mob, I find my way to my happy place: the band room. My saxophone is the only thing in the world that actually matters to me. I take it out of its case and admire its glory as I slide my fingers down the bell. I check the time. 7:56 AM. I have time. I play. The sound fills the room. The aura engulfs me. Nothing feels more accomplishing than playing a song on an instrument and hitting those high notes. As I play, the time seems to slip away. 8:02 AM. Just 10 more minutes. I play on.
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Wallflower
RomanceNote: This book is not rated M, however it is rated PG13 for language and a bit of... suggestiveness. No, this is not SMUT. This is just for fun. An idea I had one night. Enjoy. (If you're 13+)
