Band?.. HELL YEAH

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You wake up to the sound of your mom pounding on your door because... you may have locked it... because of certain... animatronics that might rome the halls at night.... IT COULD HAPPEN.

You decide not to judge yourself because you're done with it... you've been through a lot and rather not think about it.

You're ripped from your thoughts when you forget that your mom is now banging pots and pans outside your locked door. This was a norm for you, sadly.

"MOM CHILL I'M UP!!" you screem amongst the deafening pan clanking.

It stops and you decide to lay there for a couple of minutes.

Ok I'm done being lazy. (Y/N), it's time to get up.

You peel yourself out of the bed like the couch potatoe you are and get ready for school.

//time skip because morning routines are boring//

You run to the bus stop, regretting laying in your bed for a good twenty minutes. Oops, now you almost missed the bus.

You jump on the bus... recieving strange looks from people. It's like they've never seen a clarinet case before... You don't doubt it honestly.

The band classes were pretty small compared to your old schools. It used to be eighty students... now theres only 32. Including the guitar students, too.

Some one else arrives on the bus carrying... A TUBA CASE!?

(Y/N)'s POV***

How the hell did they manage to even fit it through the doors???
Wait... they're... coming... back HERE?! OH GOD WHAT DO I DOOOOO?!

Stay calm. He might be a band geek like me!
2rd POV***

You see him stumble and mumble multiple slurs of anger as he strugles to pull his instrument in. You decide to help him out. And you succeed, him still exauhsted and breething heavily replied with a very sassy thank you and sat in the adgasent seat to you. At least you're not the person who looks wierd now.... Heyyy maybe he's in your class?!

((MMMMM WHOSE THE TUBA PLAYER???))

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