"Piper, I want you to play the solo at the game on Friday."
"WHAT?"
"Piper, Amanda's sick and can't play it."
"You shouldn't have given it to the second chair clarinetist in the first place."
"Seniority, Piper. This is a great opportunity, and you'll be an idiot if you turn it down."
The solo at the game on Friday. In the middle of the field. Everyone staring at her. Playing it better than Amanda could to start with. In her ugly Carolina blue and navy marching band uniform. Everyone watching her. Furthering her chances for getting a musical scholarship.
"Absolutely."