as I walked home from the footbride with Harold, I felt like everything was right in the world. I couldn't possibly think of anything bad going on, no matter how hard I tried (which wasn't very hard at all). I didn't understand it. how could I have ever tried to expose him to the town? how was there ever a time I didn't love him? those were questions I didn't bother finding an answer to, because it would only lead to more questions. as much as I didn't want to admit it, though, Harold was a con man, and he had tricked the town into buying instruments and uniforms for a supposed boys' band. I hated thinking about that. and no matter what anyone else thought of him (let alone what they would think of me if they found out), I had fallen in love with Professor Harold Hill.
A/N I am soooo super sorry this chapter is so darn short. I am really pressed for time. ready for this? I have theater class (which happens to be the Music Man) on Mondays and Wednesdays, ballet on Tuesdays and Saturdays, a different theater class also on Saturdays, and modern dance on Wednesdays.
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76 Trombones (a Music Man play version story)
Roman d'amourthis is my idea of what happens after the music man.
