I'm standing at attention listening to my director blab. That's all he was doing: blabbing. Blabbing about how we needed to focus better during run- thoughs; blabbing about how the other bands are better than us and so on.

We were there so long that I saw the sun set.

"Ahh, beautiful sun set," I thought and I fell asleep.

I had dreams of Tuba players falling down, Snare drummers playing popcorn, and out of tune Piccolo players.

"Band Atten Hut!" my band director yelled and I woke up.

I realized I was the only one standing there and the busses were rolling in to drop the kids off in the morning.

I was there all night.

I ran from the football field and up to the band room door to put my instrument away, but my case was missing.

My band director stole my case and put a note inside that said, "No sleeping in class!"