Hey all! You know the cool thing about this story? I don't own Mayita, Jenn, Mr. H or Crystal but I DO own myself and Mark! Yay! Any resemblances to any other person that you know is purely a coincidince so don't sue me or anything! Its not like I have anything other than Mark, but trust me, you don't want him… he is SO beat up… now on to the mystery!

"Come on you guys! We need to have this down! It isn't like we have all that many practices left. Anne, your counting is still off."

                "I am telling you Mayita, I am not off." Ah, the joys of a saxophone quartet practice. Of course I probably should have listened to Mayita; she is almost never wrong.

                "Ok then, we will have Mr. H count it with you just to make sure." She replied to me. I sighed as Mr. H, our band director who happened to be sitting in on our practice, walked over to my stand and watched my music. We went through that part again, and of course this time I didn't screw up. Isn't it absolutely amazing how that is possible? When someone says how crappy you are doing and then you do a solo or something and you do it perfect. Or someone says how perfect you are doing and you do a solo and you mess up horribly. It is a wonder that never ceases to amaze me. Soon enough our practice was over and we started to put everything away.
                "That was actually an ok practice. We just need to work some more on the rhythms and I need to work on not squeaking so much. Dude, I wish I could get some other tenor sax; all the school's are horrible. Then maybe I would actually be able to use the octave key. Oh joy of joys!" Everyone giggled at this proclamation. It was a known fact that all school tenors are pieces of crap. Of course, since I originally am an alto player, I didn't have a tenor to call my own.

            "You know, I should name my tenor. I named my alto Mark, but my poor tenor is nameless. It is such a tragedy!!" Everyone burst into giggles again. "Anyway, can you believe that Greg shaved his head? He looked SO hott with it flopping in his face and now it is never to be there again. I guess that… AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nobody got to hear what I guessed though.

                "Mark isn't here!" I ran around the room checking all the other lockers that an alto sax could possibly fit into. It wasn't anywhere. I went back to my friends with tears in my eyes.

                "You guys, Mark was the love of my band life. Don't give me that look Crystal, I said band life not people life. I can't go home without him though. We have our scales test tomorrow and I still need to practice. Mayita and Jenn, do not roll those eyes at me! It is not my fault that I got stuck in the freshman band and everyone doesn't know their scales very well. This is so upsetting!" I finally just gave up my mad dash around the room and sat down. Mayita came over to me and gave me a tiny hug.

                "Girly, we will find that sax. Just not right now. Go home and just don't worry about it, ok?" I nodded my head and got up. I then started my miserable walk home. In that time I wondered what could have possibly happened to Mark. The most absurd thought struck me as I walked through my door. Maybe, just maybe someone stole my sax.

A/N- hehe... kind of a cliffhangar…  anyway… I will have the next chapter up pretty soon… it should be interesting… review with what you think should happen!