Prince of DCI

Prince of DCI

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Becca is in the color guard for the her high school. This year she's trying out for the drum corps, Blue Coats. All she hears about is a boy called the "Prince of DCI". She doesn't know who he is. She's never seen him. That is until one day he shows up at tryouts. This "prince" is definitely a prince. To say anything less would be an insult. How will Becca survive a year of drum corps with the Prince's eyes on her?
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