The Flutelings had four large bags at which they struggled to hold. The dumped the sharply sewn bags, the tops loosening. Each of the section leaders looked to each other in question—what was in the bags? Trill appeared, overworked and obviously without sleep. She held a long tape up to Cornett's arm, nodding and humming, and then looped it around his waist. "Perfect!" she muttered and scurried to the bags.
"What is this? Another arts and crafts?" Hunter said disdainfully. Trill still smiled and pulled from the bag a navy blue jacket. Cornett's eyes lit up as he saw the traditional hue of the Trumpets in an elegant coat, fastened at the left hip and a gold 'B' where a pocket would be. Bandopia would have followed the letter.
"Just your size, Cornett!" Trill exclaimed happily. She lifted it closer to him. He reluctantly looked from her to the coat before gingerly taking it. He felt the material—lightweight but warm. He turned it over in his hands and found on the shoulder his full name scripted in gold as well. His jaw had dropped. The rest were equally amazed.
"Wow," Reid said. "Trill, Flutelings…that's beautiful."
"Well, Reid," Trill squealed. She reached into another bag and produced a jacket of the same size and style, but in hunter green and personalized. Reid didn't think twice; he carefully tried it on over his thin shirt.
"It's warm…Great Sousa, it's warm!" Jazz took Reid's arm to feel the cloth. He soon had his in wine maroon. Mellody and Hunter smugly bragged about the color of their purple jackets. By now, Sou and Eufo had wandered over. The Tubas had an earthy brown; the Baritones, a stormy gray. Trill presented the burned gold uniforms Gliss would receive.
"These are fantastic, thank you," Cornett gushed, still gaping at his new piece. "They really are perfect." A Fluteling was checking her own uniform; the Flutes' color was a dark rose pink. Tap peeked into the commotion and found a set of silver coats awaiting him. The carriers would slide under them perfectly.
"What's perfect?" Sal asked, seeing that the practice had come to a halt. His eyes widened at what was waiting him. A glittery, ivory jacket with a sash and cape at the shoulders. Each of the colors was on the wrap: navy, green, red, rose, tan, gray, indigo, gold, silver. The ivory reflected them all. Sal smiled and looked it over. His name was black. "These are just what we needed."
"Just what we needed?" Jazz repeated, adjusting his sleeves.
"We're already a good band; now we look like one." Trill and her assistants blushed. They all shared a smile, laughing and gushing over the coats. From afar, Sabe sneered. The guard sewed their own uniforms…different shades of cream and white…this color wasn't on the sash. She muttered something and returned to their own uninterrupted practice. No one noticed the lesser.