CHAPTER 1


"Wait-wait, there's a reasonable explanation for this."

"I bet there is."

"I bet there is too! I just can't think of one right now… Oh wait! I remember- they put hazelnut in her coffee on accident. She hates hazelnut."

"And that warrants blowing up the cafe?"

"Uh, I didn't say it was a good excuse. But in our defense that's a new thing for us. It doesn't even… I don't know where? Why? How do I explain…?"

"Well, the beginning's a good place to start."


To be honest, I didn't even know why the director let us out of his sight anymore. Seriously, whatpart of "brass section (+ 1 tenor)" screamed trustworthy to handle things? What part even gave someone the thought of trusting them with anything ever? No parts- that's what. So yes, six kids were lost in a forest on a path that was supposed to take them back to the school they were staying at with six small cartons of almond milk and a box of gluten and lactose free cereal. The real question was why we just didn't call anybody to ask for the school name to put in someone's' phone's GPS system. Or it might be why any of us trusted a trumpet with navigation. But what is done is done, and everyone vowed not to talk to Devin ever again.

Then we got to the point of official no return. No cell service. For anyone.

"Guys, I think I'm regretting everything ever…"

We all knew it was way too late to be out here, due to the fact of everyone having a digital chronometer on them at any given point of time in the form of smart phones- and in our resident GPS's case, a watch. But I don't think it had really sunk into any of us yet how deep of shit we were in until we all had stopped in our pursuit and saw for ourselves what Rebecca had spotted over the top of the local evergreen trees' reach. Stars. Three tiny glinting stars.

Yeah. Really, really deep shit.


"That imitation of Becca was horrible."

"Ah! You're alive!"

"What are you talking about? I've been rotting in the pits of hell for centuries."

"Shuddup. Now where was I?"


After a short time of staring up into the vast but-not-so-empty patch of space above us, Justin decided decided to hold some sort of council of "wtf r we actually gonna do next".

Jeremy suggested: "Let's just (in the famous words of Lewis Robinson) keep moving forward. There has to be something at the end of this path. It might just even loop back around."

And Mr. Fancy Wristwatch suggested that he could find his way back if we let him.

Needless to say we went forward.

Sometime along the lines of five minutes to only god lives that long was when the blue light appeared. It was the bright blue of energy- the exact color that appears in your head when you think of it. #00FFFF to be exact.

And POOF! We are in the middle of New York City, 4 out of 5 brass players nowhere to be seen. The first part of wandering was spent in a state of "holy shit this is New York" and "oh shit is that stark tower" and "wait what the actual fuck" mainly on my part- she's been acting a bit off, but then I realized I'm just having a really cool lucid dream, and you know, I might as well have some fun with it before I get slapped awake by my peers. Then we went to get coffee because she was complaining about headaches and "not having a nice cup of coffee". So, you know we went to the coffee shop, she ordered it black and they put hazelnut in, and she blew up the shop with that weird blue #00FFFF colored stuff. Now we're detained in a room with a weird guy wearing an eyepatch.


"End of story- and maybe dream but I'm not so sure it's a dream anymore."

"Well that was an... interesting story Mrs. Adler but I'm afraid you're going to have to stay here while we investigate," The director said, a bit hesitantly to the trained ear (which the band kids ears most certainly are), as he stood up from the tiny chair that he had pulled out from the table in the corner of the room, his coat billowing in a way that probably defied physics as he turned to head out the door.

"Investigate what?" Said the hoarse voice of someone who had just woken up.

The man who resembled Nick Fury paused momentarily in the doorway before finally exiting the room with the clack of heavy boots on concrete and the heavy silence left behind.

The air remained thick with tension as the two girls stared into empty space hands cuffed uncomfortably behind their backs. The feeling shifted in the light of a new discovery though, and even more so with the remarks that came along with it.

"Hey! Maxy! He left a key on the chair!" Said Katrena Adler, a grin on her face as she tried (and failed) to get on her feet by shuffling awkwardly.

But when she turned her head to ask Maxy to try to get it she only found a pair of burnt shoes and half melted handcuffs.

"Dare you to break them," Said Maxy's still gruff and hollow voice.

She turned back to the chair.

"I- How- What?!" She frowned and screwed up her face in confusion, if you could call it that. It was more like frustration at the fact she was still chained to a freakin table.

"Try to break 'em, the way you explained to me a couple weeks ago," Said Maxy while she tossed the key between her two very free hands.

"Why?"

"Just do it, bro."

The handcuffs snapped almost easily, with the twist of her wrist and a couple of seconds of appropriately applied pressure. She stared down at her hands.

"Nice job, Peter P," Maxy snickered.

"Were they rigged? You know, like the way they do it in the spy movies," she asked.

"Why would they leave the key here?"

Katrena looked up at the girl in the chair and raised both eyebrows.

"No. I don't think they are," said Maxy.

"Then how did you get yours off?"

They both turned to stare at the ruined pair of handcuffs on the floor.

"I-" Maxy hummed. "I think I melted them?"

There was a key flying towards Kat's face before she could reply. She reached to catch it before it could do any damage to anything. There was a small static shock when it touched her hand resulting in it being dropped and caught by her other hand. She breathed a sigh of relief when the first of the broken cuffs were off her wrist.

"Nice reflexes Peter P."

Kat snorted. "Thanks, I hope that the spies or whatever are stupid enough not to have cameras in here. Or we are majorly screwed over. "

"Yeah- should we try the door? Just in case," Maxy said, standing up.

Kat nodded, standing up as well. She stretched her arms above her head, "Why not."

And with that they made their way over to the sliding piece of medal. Little did they know that their day was about to get much stranger.


Chapter end


AN/ wow that's a lot of dialogue.

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