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I'm back. I can say that December won't see many updates until after Christmas, with indoor drumline, concerts, school and a parade. Ugh…can't wait until the week and a half off for Christmas! Anyway, here's the latest installment of Sydney's life.

Reminders to vote in the poll and to check out two new one shots-one marching band, Reflection and one Harry Potter, Divine Intervention.

As usual, lyrics are not mine, and yes Jake, the title is taken from the jazz band's ballad this year. Enjoy!

Chapter Thirty Eight- Feels So Good

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.

Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.

All you need is love.

All You Need Is Love-The Beatles

In order for the drumline juniors to go to Prom, we had to leave the competition early. Junior Prom had always been, to my knowledge on a Saturday, which always meant drumline. Perry was cool with letting us bounce once we finished our show. I was a designated driver—I would be taking myself, James and Brian back to the school so they could pick up their cars and we could all head home to get ready. After helping load the truck after a great show, the three of us piled into my car. The dash read two thirty when I started the car and pulled out of the school's parking lot. Prom was being held at some country club and didn't start until seven. I figured we'd be home within the hour, at which time I'd let know Rachel I'd arrive and she'd come to kidnap me and do weird stuff to my hair. Knowing her however, she was probably sitting in my room right now conversing with my dog.

Turns out I wasn't that far off. Rachel was pacing my kitchen waiting for me to walk in the door. Her Prom dress hung off one of the chairs; it looked as if she had done her nails while waiting for me to arrive.

"There you are! Where have you been!?" She yelled the moment I walked in the door.

"Uh, drumline?" I barely managed to get out before being forcibly dragged up the stairs and thrown in the bathroom. I showered and blew my hair dry. After reinforcing its straightness with my sister's straightening iron, I went back to my room where Rachel sat me down and painted my nails clear with white tips. As my nails dried and as I was forbidden to touch anything, she twisted my hair back up into an elegant and thankfully simple knot. Once in my dress, I looked at myself in the mirror and then glanced at the clock. Missy and the boys wouldn't be here for pictures until six. Rachel was fumbling with the back of her dress.

"Dude, it's only four thirty." I said. Rachel swore. She unzipped my dress and I slid into jeans and a button down shirt and went to the kitchen to make us something to eat while we wasted an hour. After watching some TV and talking about boys, we redressed in our Prom finery. Rachel applied some make-up and looked at me for approval. She was going with my cousin David. He was a junior like us and a star on the track team. They had meet through classes and were hooked up by me. This was going to be their first date and I could tell Rachel was a bundle of nerves even though she viscously denied it.

Missy was the first to show up with her mom. Our mothers took pictures of the three of us until the boys arrived; my mother insisted on posing me with every available family member in the house, from my brother and sister to my father and grandfather. Grandpop said he wanted his picture with me framed and put next to the one of my grandmother. Once the boys arrived, the moms went overboard with the picture taking. When they finally ran out of film or had their cameras wrestled away from them, the six of us piled into Hayden's SUV and headed off.

The grand ballroom of the place was decked out with the theme-"All You Need Is Love." It was a very anti-single place, I thought, as the ballroom was decorated in red and gold and black. I was glad to be on James' arm tonight. At our table, I was on his left and Rachel was to my right. I grinned to myself as I listened to her talk animatedly with David. She was genuinely excited about this potential relationship. James looked pretty good in his tux. It had silver pinstripes and he had made an effort to tame his black hair. He was relaxed and looked cute talking to Hayden across the table. Inside my matching bag, my phone began to vibrate; pulling it out, I saw it was a text from Adri. Flipping it open, I read it out loud.

"D-line 2 of 5!" The drumline kids at the table let out a yell of celebration-a good score now was good going into Championships next weekend.

The dancing started up not long after. It was amusing to watch my classmates "dance." It was basically all mainstream rap anyway, so the herd on the floor started to grind. Abby was right in the mist of it, wearing some fluffy pink monstrosity and dancing with some random guys. I rolled my eyes from my seat. James at least had the brains to not ask me to grind with him. Rachel and David had disappeared into the crowd. I was confident they weren't grinding; I knew Rachel hated it and I knew David barely knew how to dance anyway, but something told me I wouldn't want to find them. I was talking to Missy while James talked to Hayden. I didn't hear much on Hayden's end; probably because he was too busy staring at Missy. When a slower number finally came on, Missy practically jumped on her boyfriend and dragged him out onto the floor. James raised his eyebrows at me and I shrugged. We followed them to the corner of the floor.

Much like at Homecoming, the floor was a lot emptier at this time. Rachel and David were swaying to the beat not far from us. James held me loosely in his arms so I could judge how closely I wanted to be to him. I smiled and rested my head on his chest. Even in heels he was still a head taller than me. It felt really good, until I saw a blonde boy approach us. I groaned. Christian appeared at my side.

"May I cut in?" He asked James, who stepped aside slightly to let him dance with me. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me.

"No." I said. James looked at me funnily.

"Why not?" Christian asked, not to be put off.

"Because I don't want to dance with you? Because I'm fine with my partner? Because you're a creeper?"

Christian apparently didn't understand. He asked again if he could cut in.

"She said no, so I'm going to say no. Why don't you leave? She doesn't want you here." James retorted, tightening his grip on me protectively. I glared at him. Christian got the message and slunk away. I pulled out of James' arms.

"What was that for?" I asked angrily. James looked confused.

"You-and him-I can handle things by myself!" I snapped.

"Whoa cool down there beautiful! I was just trying to help!" I took a few deep breaths.

You should really learn to control that temper…he wasn't insulting you, he was just trying to help.

Oh stop being rational.

He just doesn't understand…calm down and don't let yourself lose his friendship.

"Sorry…" I said, giving him a hug. "I can take care of myself, okay? I don't need you or any other guy stepping in and being a hero."

"I know you don't babe, but men are idiots sometime." He said, smiling down at me.

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"Never call me babe."

"'Kay ba-Syd."

A/N-Kinda short, but it's been awhile since I wrote about my favorite trumpet player. Hopefully I'll have more time to write soon. Reviews are great!!!