Author's Note: This was actually part of a note I wrote my best friend while sitting in the band room during study hall one day. And the only reason Rob is mentioned is because every day, I see him coming out of the instrument closet like that... And he's usually the only person I notice for some reason before warming up. Enjoy.
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You know... I'm gonna miss this place when I graduate. This room feels so much like home anymore.. People's stuff is always all over the place... each stain on the carpet tells a story... Sitting here now, I can almost see Rob coming out of the instrument closet, alto sax in hand, reed in his mouth, ready for class. It's almost funny how I see the end of the year now as a curse. I'm being banished from a place where I've found peace for the last four years. And in those last four years I've wanted nothing more but to leave... yet now, I would give almost anything to stay. It's almost funny. Almost.
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You know... I'm gonna miss this place when I graduate. This room feels so much like home anymore.. People's stuff is always all over the place... each stain on the carpet tells a story... Sitting here now, I can almost see Rob coming out of the instrument closet, alto sax in hand, reed in his mouth, ready for class. It's almost funny how I see the end of the year now as a curse. I'm being banished from a place where I've found peace for the last four years. And in those last four years I've wanted nothing more but to leave... yet now, I would give almost anything to stay. It's almost funny. Almost.