Author's Note: For those of you who have not had the pleasure of doing winter (a.k.a indoor) drumline, let me fill you in on what a "camp" is (at least at my school). It's pretty much band camp shoved into the span of weekend. Practice will usually go to ten or eleven, and it can even go later. So Brian is not lying when he says it's midnight.

27. Lost and Found (Drumline camp Kiwi's junior year)

"Planning on leaving anytime soon?" Brian asked me as I circled the band room again.

"I have to find my music," I yelled.

"Kiwi, it's midnight," Brian said, "Go home and get some sleep. We'll look for it tomorrow."

"Rob will kill me if don't have my music."

"Did you check the lost and found?" he asked.

"No," I said embarrassed, and headed toward the giant pile that was our excuse for a lost and found. After some digging, I emerge victorious.

"I found it!" I yelled to the dark and near empty room.

"There is a God!" Brain said.