Soulful Cadence
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Last published Sun, Oct 20, 2024
"Cleo I don't know if you see this but your clarinet is fucking floating," Noah said staring wide eyed at the floating clarinet ignoring the sound of rustling behind him.
"Cleo?" Noah said as he turned around and see Cleo walking towards the door.
"Cleo do you not--," Noah asked in confusion before he was cut off.
"I do. Mamma ain't raise no bitch but she didn't raise one one to mess with voodoo either. So I'm gone, Peace," Cleo said walking straight out the door leaving the floating clarinet.
Sound of laughter were heard behind Noah as he watched the door Cleo left out, Cleo the bravest girl he knows walked out the building over a floating instrument.
"What the Fuck," Noah said in disbelief as the cackles behind him got louder.
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A high school band was rewarded a trip to a music training facility for training to be the best they can at music. But when weird shit starts to happen what will they do 3000 miles from home? They survive and establish dominance by smacking ghost with frying pans, holy clarinets, and more.
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