Fear Me P.JM

🌼TEST TWO : The snare🌼

One name – High School Marching Band. We'll find you.

I nearly topple out of my chair. M-marching band? I rigidly turn my head at Jimin, trying to imagine him in a marching band uniform.

"What are you looking at," he says immediately without turning around.

"Have you ever played an instrument?" I ask. Please say yes.

"I can't even read music."

I drop my head to the desk.

🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼

I'm holding my saxophone tightly, trying to force myself not to turn around. It's the last class of the day and each time I hear the timpani being pounded behind me, I know Python is back there probably imagining my face on the surface of those drums.

At the end of class, I'm nearly out the door when I feel a hulk hand grab my shoulder.

"Hey!" I say patting Python's hand warmly. "You play phenomenal percussion!"

Python's grips tightens.

"Ow!" I wince. "P-pinching a nerve there."

She tilts her face down and the lighting produces shadows in just the right spots to make her look even more threatening.

"But you can pinch all you want," I say. "I've got too many nerves already!"

"You're going to tell Jimin the drumline is missing a player because of mono and we can't find a replacement. He doesn't have to play. All the marching band needs tomorrow is a person to fill in when they march to the field for their field show."

Hey, that's not too bad!

Python grins.

This isn't good.

"The uniform was worn by an overweight male who had an odor problem. And we haven't yet had a chance to clean the uniforms since the last time we used it."

Ahhh.

"Is there a problem?" I suddenly hear.

Python and I look to our right and our teacher is standing there, looking at us curiously.

"Is she bothering you?" my instructor asks me.

I turn to look at Python. Her face doesn't change, but her eyes are rolling a full-color film about the possible slaughter that could take place if I open my mouth.

I raise my arm and place it on Python's free shoulder. We look like we're huddling now. Not hugging. Huddling.

"We're just having a heart to heart," I say looking over with a forced smile.

"Really," our teacher says looking at us. I know what he sees. A lion and a lamb.

We both nod.

The teacher heavily sighs and walks away. "I'm not paid nearly enough..."

I immediately let go of Python.

"Just tell Jimin the situation," she says to me and leaves.

I run out the door seconds after Python leaves.

I spot Jimin's back almost disappearing out of the gates.

"Jimin!" I call out.

He turns around but not before someone steps out in front of me. I nearly smash into the stranger, but I stop myself just in time.

BamBam is standing in front of me with his hands on his hips. If he added a cape, he would fit perfectly into a Superman poster. Minus the muscle.

"Bambam!" I say in surprise.