"No...no...no...no...," I kept screaming. Over and over it went, like a movie in rewind and play...yuck. All of a sudden, I awoke with a start in a cold sweat that soaked my pajamas through to the skin. Vicky was sitting on the side of the bed looking at me and Howie was standing at the foot of the bed.  She asked me what was wrong and if I was okay. It was all I could do not to scream.

"She was fine earlier tonight" Howie said with a grin that made me realize that it had, in fact, happened. I groaned and crawled back under the covers to hide from Howie.

"Well, if you're fine," Vicky said, and left reluctantly.

Howie leaned down and whispered, "So how about tomorrow then," before he left also.

Harriet and Marcia stared at her. "What was THAT about?"

Before they left, Vicky asked Howie "How would you know?  I left you two as rooms were being taped. She looked pretty pale and uncomfortable to me..." She turned back to me. "Are you SURE you're ok? Do you have any idea what caused your nightmare?"

What was I supposed to say to her? "The thought of your fiancée coming on to me was so revolting that it has made me physically ill?" Somehow, I didn't think that would go over too well with her.

Jade came running into our hotel room, trying to figure out what the matter was, since I would tell her just about anything. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's Howie," I whimpered. "He's being mean to me."

"How is he being mean to you this time?" I whispered exactly what had happened.

"He WHAT! Come on, we're going to put that slimeball in jail where he belongs!" She grabbed my wrist and dragged me off. I had no choice but to follow her to Vicky's room.

When we arrived in Vicky's room, we saw a sight most unpleasant. There was Vicky, making out with Howie. "Vicky, I think you must know you are kissing a pedophile! You should send him to jail immediately!"

Howie sprang up. "Never!" he yelled triumphantly and jumped out the window.

There was a loud crash from below, and we all ran to the window. There was Howie, lying on the balcony that he forgot was there. As we watched in silent horror on Vicky's part and gleeful fascination in the rest of us, the balcony cracked off and tumbled towards the ground below. As we were all celebrating, we heard a disembodied voice.

"Help me!" We quickly realized it was Howie, clinging to the edge of the little that was left of the balcony.

"Where's that voice coming from?" Vicky asked. We all pretended not to know. Unfortunately, she figured out it was Howie because of his fingers on the edge of the floor.

Jade and I exchanged panicked looks. Then I had a brilliant idea. "Look Vicky, free U of A stuff!" She immediately switched directions and headed out the door, leaving Howie dangling on the edge of death. Now he knew how we felt when he kept us at attention for hours in the blistering heat at band camp. Darn, his hands were slipping now.

Vicky walked in just then and ran to his side, saying something about no free U of A stuff. I sighed. Guess he was going to live. Unless...I had one more plan.

"Vicky, I read in Band Geek Weekly that only people who are fans of ASU help people who are falling off buildings." This time, she didn't fall for it.  Darn it, love got in the way. What was this? She wasn't helping him up, she was....PUSHING HIM OFF?!?!?!?!

"That's for cheating on me with a 17 year old!" she yelled as he fell down numerous stories. Oh, now we see Vicky's true side... although, as I watched him fall to his painful death, a thick bed of pillows formed below him. He promptly went to sleep on the comfy pillows, thumb in his mouth like a little baby. We heard a clicking noise and realized that Holly was leaning out the window next to us taking pictures. Somehow I didn't think there would be any more long spans of being at attention at next year's band camp.

Now, with Howie asleep, Vicky's attention was now on Jade and me. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said. "No one should see their deranged band teacher throw her fiancée off a balcony. Not that I did, if the cops ask. Why are you in here anyways?"

"We were trying to warn you that your fiancée is a maniac. Oh wait, you probably already knew that." She stared at us and collapsed on the bed.

"Out. I need to think." We quickly exited the room and bumped into someone very unexpected outside.