The entire band screamed on one high note. Vicky turned towards them. "Trumpets, you're out of tune!" she yelled. Everyone thought she must be crazy.

But even crazier were the trumpets, who immediately screamed again in an attempt to please their band director. "Much better," she said with satisfaction. "Now, about those flutes..." But she never got the chance to finish her sentence, because at that moment, Steven rushed into the room in an attempt to save himself from the swarm of angry hornets in the hallway. Unfortunately, the swarm of angry band members inside the room was much worse.

Steven stopped just before he reached the bed. He looked around confusedly. "Umm....why are you all staring at me like that?" Then he saw Howie's body lying on the floor. "OH NO!" he yelled. "C'mon guys, we have to put him back together!"

"HOWIE LOVER!" someone yelled. "GET HIM!" That somebody was me, leading that pack of angry people. I was the first to reach him.

I pummeled him with my fists. "That's for never talking to me, and that's for talking to Harriet, and, oh yeah, I suppose I should hit you once for caring about Howie, too."

He fell to the floor, crying. "Help me! Trumpets? You're my section! Help me!"

The trumpets all looked at him. "And ruin our manicures? Yeah, right!" (So trumpet etiquette.)

"I'm melting! I'm melting!" And indeed he was. Soon all that was left of him was a flesh colored puddle on the ground. 

"Oh no! Someone SAVE him!!!" But it was too late. There was no saving the puddle of melted flesh that had once been Steven. Howie was put back together by a chaperone and Vicky had composed herself enough to call the front desk to get another room. After unpacking (again), she called Jade and me into her room to talk about Howie and what he did with me.

Once she got all the gruesome details, we left and went down to the vending machines to get some candy. Jade was worried if I was alright. "Are you sure you're okay? Are you going to need counseling for the rest of your life?"

"Probably." We got back on the elevator. It stopped at the fourth floor, and then we saw something weird. Pierre and Nicole were making out on the fourth floor landing while waiting for the elevator.

 "Get a room" I said.

"Ah, but zat would be quite impozeeble," Pierre replied. "You know veery well zat we are not allowed to be in a room together."

Nicole nudged him. "Pierre, she was being sarcastic."

"Oh. Veery well zen." They got on the elevator. Pierre, you see, was our foreign exchange student from France.  They promptly began to make out again, while Jade and I stood uncomfortably in the corner.

When the elevator stopped on our floor, we all but ran out and ran head first into Marcia and Luke making out in the same dark corner they had been in this afternoon.

"What is this, a couple's convention?" Jade said, disgusted.  "All right, break it up you two! You don't want a chaperone to find you again do you?" she said.

They looked at each other. "She's right," Marcia said. "Let's go find a more private dark corner. They ran off.  Just then Howie rounded the corner. Jade and I glared at him, following him with our eyes until he left, visibly uncomfortable. 

"I hope Vicky nails him for the slimeball he really is!"  Jade said to me. 

"Somehow, I don't think so." I replied. We said good night and went to bed. We had to get some sleep for our festival tomorrow.