Title: Death
"I know it's hard, Kat," Sam said, trying to be comforting. "You just need to let it go."
"But…This one made me sound so good!" Kat cried. She was standing over the trashcan with the piece of split wood in her hand. It was a clean break, right down the middle. It was enough to cause horrendous squeaking, especially on the bari saxophone.
The late bell rang through the almost empty halls. "Kat, we have to go. If we say we are late because of band one more time Mr. Morris will eat us."
Kat sighed and let the broken bari reed fall into its black plastic grave.
