Hey guys! Val here, with Chapter 2, which is out a day early! Yay! I was orginally going to write it tomorrow as planned, but I had time to kill, so I figured why not? So, I hope you guys enjoy! This chapter is much shorter than the last one though. I personally don't think this particular chapter is all that great...What do you guys think?

Please ignore any typos you may find. My computer has no spellcheck.

KamilaxJowd

B is for Band

Kamila looked back out among the sea of faces. She caught her mother's eye.

"Where is he?" she mouthed. Alma sadly shook her head, and Kamila's heart fell. She knew that her dad was a very busy person, but she had been so excited for him to finally hear her play. She clutched her clarinet tightly to her chest. Now there were three people she cared about who weren't going to hear her.

The call had came in about an hour before the concert. Alma had been helping Kamila button her shirt when the phone rang.

"Kamila, it's for you!" Alma said, handing the phone to her daughter. The little lady smiled and took the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hiya, Kamila!"

"Lynne!" Kamila said happily. "Where are you? The concert's in an hour!" The line was silent, then Lynne said "That's why I called Kamila...Inspector Cabanela and I...we won't be able to make it to your concert..."

"Soooooooory, baby. You know we'd be there if we could, riiiiight?" Kamila felt tears prick in her eyes. They weren't coming?

"Oh...that's ok," Kamila choked out. "Dad's still coming though...right?" Again, the line was quiet.

"He...he'll try, Kamila. I promise you that," Lynne assured her. It didn't do much to lift Kamila's spirits.

Now here she was, about to play, and he wasn't here. He's going to miss it, she thought, and tears welled up in her eyes again. A flute player -Amelie, Kamila thought her name was- leaned over and touched her shoulder.

"Are you ok?" she asked. Kamila forced herself to smile.

"Just nervous. I'm fine, thanks."

The conductor stepped on stage. The first song was about to begin. Again, Kamila looked out into the crowd, but she still couldn't find him. She felt a tear spill down her cheek as she began to play her first song. After a while, Kamila felt herself get lost in the music. She played every note almost automatically, her fingers gliding across the keys of her clarinet. Every beat vibrated in her heart. At the end of the song, when the audience erupted into applause, she looked out into the crowd, a smile on her face.

She saw her mom sitting alone. The smile fell off her face as she remembered that there was only one person in the audience clapping for her.

The finale rolled around, and Kamila and her fellow bandmates stood up in their seats and turned to face the crowd. She didn't even like the song. She didn't play for over half of it, and she only had three different notes. The rhythm wasn't hard at all. She could play this song with one hand in her sleep. But she played it anyway. Playing distracted her from the fact that her dad wasn't in the audience listening to her. The song ended, and Kamila was glad the night was finally over...

"GO KAMILA!" The little lady looked up, surprised. Then a smile broke out across her face.

Lynne and Cabanela stood in the doorway to the auditorium, holding a banner high above their heads with her name written on it in big, purple letters. They were cheering, and Cabanela was smacking a hand against his thigh in an attempt to clap.

But what really got Kamila's attention, was the tall, bushy bearded detective standing next to Lynne, clapping the hardest of all. And the little lady smiled, laughed, and waved to the three detectives standing by the door.

Her dad had made it after all.

Before the explanation, let me just say who the characters represent. Lynne and Cabanela represent my grandparents, Alma represents my mom, Jowd of course, represents my dad, and I guess you could say I represent Kamila. We do play the same instrument after all.

Anyway, at my band concert last week, my grandparents called and said they weren't going to be able to come to my concert. I was really upset, but soon got over it. Then my dad called and said he wasn't going to be able to make it either. I snapped then. I hadn't wanted to go, but one of mybest friends convinced me to go. Just like Kamila, I looked out into the crowd after every song, hoping against hope my dad had somehow made it. But he was never there. The finale part is true. I hate the song, and I seriously have only like three different notes. I looked up after the finale, and, whereas Kamila found her friends and dad at the entrance to the auditorium, my grandparents and dad were sitting with my mom. I didn't laugh like Kamila, but I did smile and wave like an idiot.

Chapter 3 should be up by Saturday at the latest. But I would check tomorrow, just in case. Reviews are always appreciated! See ya guys later!