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94. Pants
It was 6:30 on a Friday night and while everyone else in town was eating dinner before heading to Roderick's football game (Roderick being the town's only high school) Chris found herself rushing to get in uniform before the band would head out to the parking lot and make their way out to the field at 6:50.
"Lucy! Where's my hat!?" Chris yelled down the hall as she quickly roll stepped down the hall towards the band room while hastily clasping the hook on her collar.
"Hanging from your arm!" Lucy yelled back without even looking.
"What? OH." Chris looked down and saw the hat hanging from its chin strap around her elbow.
Chris made it into the band room at exactly 6:41, her shoes dingy and her hat crooked, and for whatever reason her uniform felt lose. She decided to pretend the suddenly ill-fitting uniform meant she was losing weight.
The band room was filled with bustling bodies. Drumline members were helping other drumline members suit up, the senior tuba player was helping the sophomore player get his baret just right, the saxophones were adjusting other saxophones' neck straps, and the clarinets were all huddling around each other giggling as always.
"Chris, you look like hell." Her section leader shouted.
"Thanks Nick thanks." She responded sarcastically.
Chris was used to nick now, after two years, she actually began to enjoy their little banter.
"Here, Chris." Lucy offered as she sat down and started shining Chris' shoes. "You work on that hat."
"Thanks." Chris fussed over her chin strap, one whole too big, the next too tight, etc.
Lucy got up and took the shoe shine with her. Chris stood, finally getting her hat in place and admiring her newly shined shoes. Now, she looked just right. And it was exactly 6:46.
Letting out a breath she fell back against her chair. Now as she looked around she saw what everyone looked like dressed, versus how the looked ½ stripped moments before. She chuckled to herself as she thought about how band totally killed everyone's modesty.
"You're looking better, Chris." Nick came back by, of course he was going to wait until the last minute to put his hat on, but somehow, he still looked more put together than you.
"Gloves?" He handed her a pair while slipping his on.
"Thanks." She nodded and slipped them on.
"What's with your pants?" Nick asked, while keeping his eyes on his gloves.
"I'm … losing weight?" She suggested.
"Ha … sorry babe, don't think that's it." He smirked at her, causing her to roll her eyes. "Here.." He grabbed her jacket and undid the snaps all in one pull, the pushed the jackets shoulders back and pulled to adjust the suspenders of her pants, then pulled her jacket over her shoulders as she buttoned the jacket back up.
"Oh, that's what it is … thanks!" Chris smiled grabbing her sax and skipping out to the parking lot.
"Yep." Nick pulled his hat on and followed a few yards behind her, smacking a couple of freshman on the back of the head, proving their hats were loose.
And the amazing part was, all of this was totally normal.