CHAPTER ONE: MISSING IN ACTION

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It was a dark and stormy morning, and the setting in which lay our story looked a lot mouldier than usual. The music stands were out of place and some had fallen apart from last night's wreck. The previously symmetrical pile of chairs were completely knocked over, making it difficult to hold a functional band rehearsal. Even worse, the bass drum had lost its bass, and developed an odd sounding treble when hit with the weak and dusty mallet. Despite the physical wrecks of the music room, there was one sight that topped them all on that 7:40 morning; the most important part of the band was missing .
Where were the members of this wonderfully awful band and its conductor? That is a question no one completely understood at the time. Many people claim to have seen a man with a conducting stick as sharp as a teenage girls eyebrows lurking the halls gulping down what appeared to be saxophone reeds. All that the parents of the victims knew was that their children were missing. But how and where? What could've caused such a chaotic frenzy? So many questions and not a single answer. This is a mystery that only the hoeiest squad could solve.

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