A/N::: I think I'm going to have one last chapter after this...Sorry if this chapter is way...whoa...I think some things in there are redundant and...yeah. Enjoy!

Everyone nodded, except for Pete. "No," he said in a stern voice.

"What did you say, Mr. Marks?" Mr. Mifado asked in a strained voice.

Pete stood up. "I said, I don't want to be in your stupid band anymore!" His trumpet still gripped in his hand.

Everyone in the audience gasped.

"You can't just say you're not going to be in band anymore!" He glanced at Pete holding his beloved trumpet. "You love this too much," the evil band director mocked. "You can't even let go of your precious trumpet, how can you even leave this band?"

"Just watch me." With those very words, Pete threw his trumpet on the ground and stormed down from the stage.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, BOY!" Mr. Mifado shouted. "YOU'RE THE STAR! THESE OTHER INSTRUMENTS ARE NOTHING! YOU HAVE TO BE HERE! I KNOW YOU LOVE THIS BAND!!"

"What I love is not being told what to do by a director like you! AND I DON'T LOVE THIS BAND AS MUCH AS I LOVE JEANETTE!"

Gasp! Went the audience.

Everyone seated on the stage stood up and evilly stared at Mr. Mifado. "Did I say, nothing? I meant...they sure are something!" Mr. Mifado said uneasily.

Pete ran to Jeanette, whom was standing up in the aisle. He ran into her open arms and lifted her up. "Will you forgive me, Jeanette?" He asked with his big doggy-eyes.

Jeanette sniffed and smiled. "Of course I will, Pete." Their lips touched again like they did before, and once again they felt sparks inside.

The audience stared at them and went "aww!!" Suddenly all the attention was towards them and not Mr. Mifado.

Mr. Mifado saw them kissing and screamed, "FOOL!" Then started running towards them with his baton in the air.

They screamed and started running away. Lights were blinking around them. Jeanette held up the bottom of her dress as they fled down the halls. "Get back here Pete!" The band director shouted.

"NO!" Pete shouted back, running with Jeanette with his hand interlaced with hers.

Suddenly Jeanette's heal broke and it slowed her down so she tripped and fell on the cold ground. Pete pulled her up as Mr. Mifado was gaining speed and dropped his baton. Pete was practically pulling Jeanette, because she wasn't fast enough to keep up with him with one broken heal.

Just then Mr. Mifado pounced on Pete and threw him off his balance making him collapse on the ground. "ACK!" Pete groaned. Even though Mr. Mifado wasn't a chunky man, he still was a lot of weight - too much weight for Pete to handle on his back.

Mr. Mifado had a hold of Pete's neck. "YOU HAVE TO STAY IN THIS BAND," Mr. Mifado cried, tightening on his grip. "IF YOU DON'T, NO ONE WILL THINK THIS BAND IS GOOD ENOUGH! BECAUSE IT ISN'T WITHOUT YOU!"

Pete gacked.

"I NEED MY HEADLINES! WITHOUT YOU I HAVE NOTHING! NOW YOU HAVE TO STAY WITH US!" Pete managed to shake his head. "STUPID FOOL!" Strangling him even more.

Jeanette panicked. Then she saw a fire extinguisher near by. Quickly, she broke the glass surrounding it with her shoe and took out the fire extinguisher and hit Mr. Mifado on the head with it before Pete turned purple.

Mr. Mifado let go of his grip on Pete and fell on his back. Jeanette dropped the fire extinguisher next to her and gave a sigh of relief as she knelt next to Pete whom was massaging his strained neck. "Oh Pete, darling, are you all right?"

Pete nodded. Then suddenly the color in his face vanished as he pointed in the air. It was Mr. Mifado and he got a hold on Jeanette. His strong arms grabbed her by her straps of her dress and he pinned her to the wall.

"YOU...this is all your fault," groaned Mr. Mifado. Jeanette struggled to get free. "If you didn't come along, I would've been able to keep Pete. He would've gotten me headlines! I COULD'VE WON THE TITLE OF BEST BAND DIRECTOR...EVER! But no. You...you..." Suddenly there was a crack. He let Jeanette go and moaned in pain when he saw his precious baton broken in half on the ground. "NnoOOoO!! Batty!"

He bent down to retrieve the baton, but a black shoe stepped on it again. "Mr. Mifado...you've been a real jerk lately. And I, also, do not want to be in band anymore if you're going to be the director," said a boy in a black suit with a trombone.

"Oh yeah?" Mr. Mifado said mockingly. "Who cares?"

"Well, actually all of us will be quitting as long as you're around," he said as Mr. Mifado got up and saw all of his students.

"Who's going to make me quit?"

"As long as you wise up and have a better attitude."

"Who's going to make me?" Mr. Mifado scoffed.

"We are...so you'd better start changing...or else..."

"or else what?"

"CHARGE!" They started to march towards him as Mr. Mifado went running for his life, screaming "Mommy!"

After turning at the next corner, Pete and Jeanette heard a big "BOOM!" and a POW! And BAM! Etc..etc...

Pete took Jeanette in his arms once again and kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Pete," she whispered in his ear.