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81. A Place to Belong (Sydney's POV, junior year)
The band room was, for once, quiet. I was the first one there, walking back to the lockers to grab my trumpet and the music. I passed the corner where the bass cases were stacked. I paused and ran my hand over the bass 3 case and smiled.
Coming out of the lockers, I looked around the room. The pit equipment was lined up neatly and all the chairs were perfectly in rows. The stands were in a pile in a corner near the computers and TV. The chalkboard was covered in musical writings.
To me, this was home.