Mr. Quintey was upset. Like, really upset. He yelled at them for a solid ten minutes before he sentenced them both to a Saturday cleaning and reorganizing the Band Music Storage Room. As they were walking out, Mr. Quintey called after them, "Don't forget to take an allergy pill the night before."
"Dust." Kayla moaned. "I hate dust."
"Allergies." Aron countered. "I hate allergies. They make my eyes all red and unsightly."
"I don't think your eyes are unsightly." Kayla said quickly before she realized what she was saying.
"Thanks." Aron smiled warmly at her. She thought she would explode from pure happiness.
"OMG, so did you guys, like, get in huge trouble or what?"
Just like that, Kayla's happinnes dissipated. It was none other than Mari, everyone's favorite. :). NOT.
She hadn't got in a lick of trouble for the events that preceded their trip to Mr. Quintey's office. That made Kayla even more angry.
"I was like, wooooah, we are so dead!" Mari half-shouted, half-laughed. Instinctively, Kayla's fingers tightened into a fist.
"I cleaned up all the espresso beans when you guys were gone." Mari said. "And the finger puppets...and the beret....and the scarf!" She burst into hysterical laughter. Against her better judgement, Kayla found herself starting to laugh as well. Aron began to chuckle, and even the other, nerdier, estranged members of their section found themselves in hysterics. If anyone had walked into the hallway, they would have found the entire Alto Saxophone section on the floor, laughing their heads off.
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Later that night, Kayla sent Aron a text.
KS: Hey, what time are we supposed to be at school tomorrow?
AB: 9:30. yUCK. Meet me early at Bruegers and we'll bring Mr. Quintey coffee and cheer him up.
KS: Sounds good. Maybe even a bagel like Mr. Bacchman used to like.
AB: Aw, man, I miss him. How's his new job going, you think?
KS: I'm sure he's jumping for a whole new generation of bandies.
Mr. Bacchman was their old band director. He had left the year before so his wife could have the job of her life. He ws most famous for jumping up and down on the podium when something exciting happened in the piece of music.
Kayla texted Aron that she was going to sleep, changed into her pajamas, and went downstairs to watch some TV on the couch. Her head still hurt, so she toted along her trusty bottle of pills, too. It was time for a relaxing night of her favorite show, Sex and the City.
YOU ARE READING
Sax and the City
RomanceKayla is a senior and leader of the Alto Sax section. Aron is a sophomore and second chair. It seems like destiny meant them to be together, but Aron is doing everything he can to avoid her. Is it meant to be? Or just a sax-ident waiting to happen?
