Jessica walked into the band room with her hoodie pulled over her head hoping nobody would notice it was her. Why am I here? she asked herself In broad daylight none the less. She sneaked into the corner knowing the exact reason. The band director had an extra snare drum which she insisted that Jessica take home to practice.

She hated that she had to be there and that she had too take band. Thanks to her devious mind she had figured out a plan. She would play and master tha music at home and then do nothing at band practice. If she was lucky they would say she wasn't commited or she would lose her spot on the line and not have to perform. That was if she was lucky but the fact she was standing in the band room now suggested she wasn't.

She turned around for the first time noticing a girl sitting on the ground cleaning her instrument. She faught back the want to laugh or say something. She didn't need someone to hate her and then blow her in.. Being a band geek could ruin her life.

People like the girl sitting there and cleaning her instrument reminded Jess of one of the reasons she snuck around when it came to marching band. They always got so offended, how did the girl know she wasn't cold or something. It was common knowledge that the band geeks viewed the jocks the same way the jocks viewed them. They believed neither was necessary and totally lame. "I never said there was and a rock band wouldn't make any difference thanks," she said with a small smile.

Jess laughed as the girl offered to drop her stuff off outside the room emphasizing the word disgrace. "What and miss all your friendly comments?" she asked sarcastically. She had been wondering for a long while now how many people thought she was going to screw up the show. This girl had ony just seen her a guessed it, but Jess wasn'y one to throw a game. "And uh thanks now not only am I a complete jerk I can't play either. Did anyone ever tell you how nice the marching band is?" Jessica mocked.

Jess turned to the girl sitting on the ground, snare drum in her grasp. "The band was just as quick to denounce us as brainless wonders. If you want to talk about the boundary built by us just remember band geeks built the wall too. At one point or another everyone agreed on their place don't blame me if you have a problem with it all." With that Jessica locked the small locker and put the snare drum in her quiptment bag.

She looked around the room for the thick packet of music left by the Band Instructor. Sure enough on her desk sat a stack of atleast fifteen papers of band music and cadences. Jessica glanced quickly at all the music, only one seemed ungodly difficult. She got the feeling that was by far the most important one of them all. "Don't be so quick to judge what you know nothing about," replied Jessica placing the music in a Manchester United folder. She placed that in her bag aswell pulling down her hood. It was four o'clock now and she was aware no one was around.