A/n: I don't own anything

As Calvin walked into Jazz band practice, he knew that there was something wrong. First of all, the saxophones were all playing the same song. The drummers were doing their homework. The trombones were having...TEA TIME!!!!?????????

"Hello, Calvin, it looks like you haven't heard. The trumpets have been kicked out of jazz band." It was evil Kat, the bassist. 'Oh @#$^@$Y&%&&%^*I%&&(&(^&I^&#&#&^&#&&&#&#&&' he thought. This can't be happening.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was his alarm going off. It had only been a dream. He got up, and showered. Soon, He was on his way to the bus, and would be on the way to Las Vegas, where elvis is sighted once every five seconds, and the women are more loose than most guy's sagged pants. But that wouldn't matter t him, as he was a man with a girl.