Music swarmed around the room, quick as a flock of bees – though slightly more melodic. The orchestra played, practiced, and meticulously worked on the pieces. The pieces that would never be performed, would never win contests, would never leave the band room. It didn't matter, did it? At least they got to play. That was all that mattered. The school had put up enough money for an orchestra specialist, yet had failed to give enough for contests or concerts. It didn't really matter. The music was fun. They needed the class…it gave a wonderful break between the standardized testing and finals that every other teacher was so eager to hand out. The notes ran from wall to wall and back again, joyfully chasing each other around in intricate games of tag. Music didn't need to be performed for others, it didn't need to be judged or critisized. It was music. That was all that mattered.