The 9:30 bell rang above the din of B-period band. Hayner pretended to warm up by belting pieces of unrelated melodies at Xion, honking and wailing on his alto as she tried so hard to align her clarinet's reed while laughing. Roxas sat with his reed still stuck in his mouth like he was told not to, shuffling through the loose sheet music to find the march they would be rehearsing today.
"Roxas!" A nudge from Hayner, and he looked up from his mess of music. "You coming back to the saxes, or are you going to play the dying duck forever?"
Roxas had no choice but to make an awful screeching whine through the double reed.
"You dork." They locked eyes. It was a standoff. Tension between them rose, thick as the bad blood from Roxas leaving the saxophones. Traitor to the section. He'd left them all and never looked back. The director was still handling an issue with the marimba, there was still time to-
PVVVVVVVFFFF
"You duck."
A/N:
These mini-scenes aren't all I'll be doing I promise-
