"Mr. Holt how can you just completely demolish a section?!"

Demi roared, smacking her fist down onto his office desk.

That is if you can even still call this an office.

When their old director, Mr. Gupey, still had his position, the room was lined with pictures of past bands, trophies, and memories that could last a life time.

But now all of that was gone, and they were left with 4 walls of nothingness.

"If Mr. G was here…"

She hissed under her breath.

Mr. Holt rolled his eyes, "Well he isn't you director anymore, I am, and in having this position I get to make changes, whatever changes I want. And I don't want a drumline!"

"But why?!"Reese nearly cried.

The rest sat in the overly stuffed down chairs that rested up against the wall.

They said nothing, but watched the battle as it blew up in Demi and Reese's faces.

"Because, it is an unnecessary section. A waste of space, and time."

Demi laughed crudely, "Lets see your winds march without a percussion! I mean its bad enough they cut the pit two years ago.. But you need the drumline, THEY need the drumline!"

Mr. Holt stood up and pointed to his office door,

"If you want to remain in the band I suggest you give a flute a try Miss. Parker, but my mind has been made up, and there is no way its being changed."

Demi humpfed, and stormed from the room.

"Learn a flute my ass."

Raven snapped.

The drummers gathered into the drum room, across from the band room, their last haven.

Reese leaned against the drum case cubbies and took a long gulp from his water bottle.

Nick, without a moments hesitation snatched he bottle from his grasp.

"Dude!"

The others continued on with their conversation.

"What now?"

Chase said, sounding slightly defeated.

Demi thought for a moment,

"We learn wind instruments I guess."

She said with a shrug.

Nick actually laughed, "Lets see bad boy Morgan on a clarinet!"

That was then followed by Nick doing a very bad impression of a clarinet player.

The room laughed.

"Who are we kidding?" Raven began, "Were not wind players.."

"Damn straight!" Reese said, with a burp, "I mean," He picked up an old French horn, which hasn't been played in years, "Look at this trumpet-"

Tyler cut him off, "Dude that's a French horn."

Nick laughed, as Reese shrugged his shoulders, "Big difference…but what do all these keys mean?! Looks like rubbish to me."

"I say we…well I don't actually have a plan."

Demi began, before drifting off into deep thought.

"We'll get our section back, but first…we need a plan!"Nick said thumping down onto the floor.

The room got suddenly quiet, before Raven spoke,

"Well I was watching CSI…"

Reese cut her off, "Is there going to be a point to this?"

She ignored him, "I was gonna say, this guy, had blackmail on this lady, and she did whatever it took to get him to get rid of it."

"What she do?"

Nick asked.

Raven shrugged her shoulders, "She killed a guy, hense it was on CSI. But not that extreme."

"Well obviously…"Chase groaned.

"But we could try something to that extent. See I getcha point Rav."

Demi said with a smile.

Tyler, who had been completely invisible for almost the entire conversation spoke, "I got it!"