The boy of my dreams. Hmmm. Not a tough question. He'd have to be taller then me, mainly because I'm already a shrimp. He'd have brown hair, wait…blond hair. Yeah, a blond with possibly some brown highlights, all natural of course. He'd have green or blue eyes that sparkle in the sun. He'd be toned, defiantly. Possibly a year older then me.

And as for his rebel side, pierced ears. But they'd have little studs in them that would be hidden behind his shaggy hair. He'd wear skater clothes and surfer brand stuff. He'd be a pro at all sports.

The bad part about my perfect guy…his name is Jason Oaks and he's a grade above me. Of course, every time I see him my knees get weak and I can't help but look like a complete goof. That means he probably thinks I'm a dork. Great. He can join the club.

Conga Drums

Chapter 1 - An Overview of My Life

It was a sunny afternoon. The clouds were lazily floating around the sky, and the cold winter breeze was blowing fierce. Why can't winters in Florida be like they were up north. Snowy, and white instead of were you could go without a jacket and still be fine all day. You know what I think? Winter sucks.

My name? My name is Candy Summers. I hear all the time that it's a cool name, but that doesn't help me get any more popular. My name doesn't even fit me. My name belongs to some head cheerleader, instead…it belongs to an 11th grade dork that was on the math team. That's right, was. I was on the school math team, but I'm trying to popular here. It's still not working but, whatever.

It's the middle of the school year and band season. So far our top ranking high school band has had 12 concerts. That sounds like a lot, but we've got a reputation to uphold. Our director, Miss Veronica, is the best. She's funny and always cracking us up. But, she's retiring soon. And our 25 year winning streak is about to end. This is her last year. But she is like in her 70s. I guess it is time for her to get away from high school. It's holding her back.

I walked into the band room with my best friend in the whole world. Her name is Samantha, but I just call her Sam like everyone else.

"Me and Dune are going to the movies this Friday, wanna come?" Sam asked me as we found our seats in the giant band room that had over 100 seats in a horseshoe formation around the conductors podium.

"Sam, for the thousandth time, stop asking me to on dates with you and Duke." I whispered back. She always invited me to go on her dates with her so I wouldn't feel left out, but I always declined. I mean, third wheel to the extreme!

"His name is Dune not Duke." She corrected while pulling out her band folder.

"That's what he wants you to think." I teased back.

After we put our folders on our stand that we share, we took off to get our instruments out of the lockers that surrounded that walls of the room. They weren't really lockers, more like cages with our names on them.

We both play clarinet. The good part about this is that I'm not too close to Jason Oaks. He plays percussion and is in the back of the room. Phew!

I absentmindedly glanced over at him while he was bending over to retrieve to mallets the had fallen on the ground. God he had a cute butt.

"Candy has a crush! Candy has a crush!" Sam whisper-teased.

"Stop!" I whisper-laughed back.

We returned to our seats as the tardy bell rang. And as it rang, the doors burst open and in ran the class clown. He was wearing an oversized hat and those baggy jeans. He was holding onto the waistband of them as he ran into the room so they wouldn't fall off. A hilarious event to watch.

"Safe!" Miss Veronica exclaimed with what would be a surprising amount of energy if we weren't all used to it by now. She always had energy during class. Even though she had already outlived over 89 of her past students.

"Yes!" Kevin Green laughed as her jogged over to his band locker and pulled out his shiny trumpet. He galloped over to his seat, thankful that he wasn't tardy. He removed his hat immediately and began to tune his trumpet with the rest of the trumpet players.

He was different for sure. Always getting a laugh out of everybody. Showing up barely on time. It surprises me that he's first chair, but once you've heard him play a solo in one of our songs, you're hooked. He's an extraordinary trumpet player.

Even though Kevin had just stolen two minutes of my attention, my mind still lingered on Jason. I turned to see him staring at someone in the front rows. I turned to look at what he was so interested in.

He had been gazing at Lauren Potz. That isn't how you spell her last name, but its like French and I wouldn't even try to spell it. But that's how you pronounce it. Potz.

She was winking at him. Making him give off an adorably, enviable smile.

Sam elbowed me in the side, and I turned to see Miss Veronica raising her piton. Here we go again.