It's been awhile, hasn't it?
Hope this is half-worth it…
Galliard
A vigorous dance with repeated leaps
"Agh!"
Keiko looked over from where she was arranging her music on the stand. "What?"
Hitomi grimaced. "My mouthpiece is so cold!"
Keiko rolled her eyes as Hitomi cradled it in her hands and blew into it. Ruhm hoisted the tuba into his lap and began to bumble away on a scale (he was actually pretty accurate… but on the tuba a lot tended to sound like bumbling, anyway). Hitomi felt a tap on the top of her head and looked upwards to find Yukari standing above her.
"Hey, Yukari! How's your day been so far?" She turned slightly in her chair, deftly balancing the trombone between her knees so she could talk with the flutist.
She shrugged, her hand hooked behind the strap over her shoulder from her flute case. "Alright, I guess. Hey, can you proofread my essay for English for me? It's due tomorrow."
"I guess so… Probably during math. I can get it to you before marching band practice."
She beamed. "Thanks so much."
"No problem." Hitomi nudged her playfully. "You should be in marching band, too, you know."
Her friend chuckled. "I'm really missing out on a lot, I'm sure. Walking around while playing, having to hold the flute up parallel to the ground constantly in that awkward position, and knowing that I'm not really being heard above the likes of you anyway."
Hitomi grinned and mimicked her. "Try holding up a big length of brass parallel to the ground and having to play super loud because they know you can, and then marching with that, while being extremely conscious to avoid hitting anyone, especially if they're not watching out for you, and never getting the glory because we barely get the melody."
Keiko leaned in. "Or try hugging a chunk of brass to your chest for two hours, while having to match the trombone's volume, but play the plodding tuba line."
Ruhm laughed. "Try playing something that you can't easily get out of without assistance."
Gaddes sat in his seat, and winked at Yukari. "It's four to one, 'Kari. I think we win."
She rolled her warm brown eyes. "Whatever, guys."
"Don't complain," Hitomi stated. "Remember that time we were walking to the car, and you tried to carry my instrument for me? And you said you almost tipped over?"
Yukari was trying not to laugh at the memory. "Fine! Be that way. I'm going to my seat at the front of the room."
"You know it's more fun back here!" Hitomi called after her good-naturedly. She looked askance to Gaddes and smirked. "We can goof off back here." She gestured her head to the far left. "Well, except for Mr. First Trombone over there."
Guimel was sitting, warming up dutifully, and being just about as straight an arrow as one could be.
"He's like his own country, or something," Hitomi quipped.
Nodding in agreement, Gaddes handed his trombone to her and said, "Hold this for a sec. I've got to get my slide water from my case."
Hitomi looked from the trombone to her own slide water sitting on the stand with a glint in her eye. On impulse, she screwed the cap of her spray bottle off and poured half of the water into his slide, watching discreetly for Gaddes' return. Schooling her face to appear nonchalant, she managed to put everything back to how it was before he came back.
She handed his trombone to him and said, "When are you going to get rid of that cheap hair spray bottle you use?"
"Hey! It was free. You can't get better than that."
"You must be Jewish," she joked, squealing when abruptly he sprayed her in the face.
"That's what you get for making jokes about me," he said proudly.
She almost lost her composure at that. "You better watch your back now, Gaddes. Who knows what I might pull."
He raised an eyebrow. "You can be sure I'm watching your every move from now. You won't get me, Hitomi."
She smiled secretly, and shrugged easily. "You never know."
Mr. Hiraki tapped the music stand up front, and the noise gradually began to dissipate until it was just the marimba. "Van, will you stop for a moment?"
Blinking, Van looked up from the marimba and removed his sticks from the keys. "Sorry."
"He's so oblivious sometimes," she whispered to Gaddes.
Grinning, he nodded in agreement as he kept his eyes on the teacher.
"Okay, guys, we've got to find things to play for our fall concert. No more of this fooling around. I have an idea of what songs will really suit you guys. First, I'm going to pass out a piece called "Trittico"."
" 'What-ico'?"
Giving Merle a look that did not wipe the grin from her face, he said, "It's a 'moss piece'. It kinda grows on you, but it's weird at first." As he continued speaking, Hitomi looked at the third trombone part speculatively. Interesting… has potential… Oh, it's by Vaclav Nelhybel! Awesome… Looking at the second movement, she felt a grin split her face. "Hey, Gaddes," she said in a low voice, "are we in unison on this part?"
He looked where she pointed, then examined his part. "Yeah. Big trombone lick, you think?"
"Gee, I don't know. It's really high and fortissimo. I don't know if it's an important part."
"Shut up."
Mr. Hiraki put the CD of the piece on, and most of the members in the band followed along with their parts.
The beginning had a lot of unison bass parts, which was just fine, because it was loud and brassy. The second movement had an interesting tuba part… a timpani duet? Yes, that is what Mr. Hiraki said… And then the trombone lick came on, and all the trombonists grinned like fiends. "This is like a dream come true!" Hitomi stated devilishly. Merle, sitting in front of her with her French horn, glared back at her.
"You better not hit me with your slide… again."
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think the slide hitting you is going to be a problem, Merle."
She gave the trombonist a cat-like glare. "I'll be sure to play just as loud back at you."
Hitomi just smiled. Even though Merle's bell was pointed back at her, she knew as a bass trombone player that she could overpower the horn player any day. Besides, it was all in friendly jest.
The beginning of the third movement was some big horn gliss upwards – Merle must be bursting with joy over that – and then a trumpet fanfare and then – yes! – a trombone fanfare. As the piece reached a thrilling, tumultuous ending, Hitomi could sense that she would very much enjoy this piece.
A glance back at the percussion section showed that Van was already pouring over the timpani part expectantly. He's going to have a ball with those parts, I'm sure…
"Alright, quiet down guys. Let's start. Near the beginning of the first movement, there is a trumpet melody, all unison. Okay, trumpets, let's hear you play it."
All the trumpets dutifully lifted their instruments and played as Mr. Hiraki directed.
"Next the horns play it."
The French horns followed suit in very much the same way.
"Low brass."
Silence.
He glanced over in that general direction, and cleared his throat.
Hurriedly Hitomi, Keiko, Ruhm, and Gaddes lifted their horns prepared to play the first note, having mostly been distracted by talking. Guimel had been engrossed in lubricating his slide to utter perfection. As Mr. Hiraki gave a downbeat, all of them played loudly and solidly.
All but one.
No sound came out of Gaddes' horn at all; in fact, he nearly turned purple with the effort of the air he was pushing through it with so much resistance. Rather than sound, liquid was dripping out of his bell – the water Hitomi had so lovingly poured down the slide that she'd all but forgotten about. Doubling over with laughter, Hitomi grinned at a slightly peeved, though good-humored, Gaddes. He grudgingly emptied his spit valve for about a minute at least, surprise flickering in his face, which made Hitomi chuckle harder. She tried her best to hide it, since Mr. Hiraki hadn't particularly noticed due to the continued playing of Guimel, Keiko, and Ruhm. He was engrossed in working a rhythm part out with the woodwinds already.
"That – " she gasped, "was… so… funny!"
Gaddes raised an eyebrow. "Yeah."
"Honestly," she said, resting her hand on his arm for emphasis, "you should've seen your face!"
"I'll get you back, you realize this."
She grinned unashamedly, her mirth almost oozing out of every pore. "I doubt you can top that one."
His eyes glittered with the same mischievousness. "I'll bet I just can."
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TrackBoy6: hey, what's up?
Hitomi sat back in the chair with a smile on her face. Amano always could make her smile, even when he didn't try.
AngelEyes51: Not much, you?
TrackBoy6: just school
AngelEyes51: How's that going for you?
TrackBoy6: i hate it. it's so boring
AngelEyes51: No joke, Sherlock.
TrackBoy6: shut up
TrackBoy6: it's really hard to get up the effort to go to school
Hitomi snickered out loud.
AngelEyes51: that can't be good
AngelEyes51: you're such a slacker
TrackBoy6: yeah
TrackBoy6: how's life in general?
AngelEyes51: Not much different from yesterday. You?
TrackBoy6: i was talking with Naori today
Hitomi paused slightly, knowing she was willingly putting herself into the fire.
AngelEyes51: and…
TrackBoy6: i dunno
TrackBoy6: i can't seem to get the nerve to ask her
She bit her lip. She had to ask… just to be sure…
AngelEyes51: Ask her what?
TrackBoy6: ask her out
TrackBoy6: i mean, i don't want to screw up our friendship or anything
TrackBoy6: i know that's what everyone says, but i mean it
AngelEyes51: yeah, I know how that works sometimes
She could feel her eyes begin to water. Why did she do this to herself all the time?
AngelEyes51: but if that's all what you really feel… you can't really go wrong, can you?
TrackBoy6: i guess not
AngelEyes51: because you guys are such good friends, she wouldn't totally cut you off, right?
TrackBoy6: i guess…
AngelEyes51: well, it's not like I have all that much experience in this
AngelEyes51: or else I'd help more
TrackBoy6: trust me, you're doing great as is
Hitomi smiled sadly to herself.
AngelEyes51: I try
She blew out a long breath, sniffing ever so slightly. She would be fine. She always was. Besides, Hitomi would rather he be happy with someone than be sad and alone. Even if that someone wasn't her.
Or at least she tried to convince herself of that… though, undoubtedly, she would be happiest if it was her.
It always seemed to hit her hardest in moments like these.
TrackBoy6: so you got a guy chasing you around yet?
Yeah. Despite it all, he could still always make her smile.
AngelEyes51: not really
TrackBoy6: that's hard to believe
TrackBoy6: you have a guy in mind, though?
Wiping a renegade drop of emotion from her eye, she felt a bit of mischievousness worm its way in.
AngelEyes51: kind of
AngelEyes51: I doubt it'll ever work out though
TrackBoy6: why not?
AngelEyes51: he doesn't really see me
TrackBoy6: how can he not?
AngelEyes51: oh stop it
AngelEyes51: he's got something for some other girl… I don't know. I guess I'm just not lucky
TrackBoy6: you are bad luck incarnate
Hitomi laughed aloud.
AngelEyes51: you know me well
AngelEyes51: I suppose this guy knows that too
TrackBoy6: just cuz you're bad luck doesn't mean he would avoid you
AngelEyes51: oh yeah?
TrackBoy6: why don't you just tell him?
She shrugged to herself slightly.
AngelEyes51: I just…
AngelEyes51: it gets complicated
TrackBoy6: how so?
AngelEyes51: it just does
AngelEyes51: trust me on this
TrackBoy6: alright then
TrackBoy6: listen, i gotta go finish some homework
TrackBoy6: i'll talk to you later, kay?
AngelEyes51: okay
AngelEyes51: have fun
TrackBoy6: oh you know i will
And with that, he signed off, leaving Hitomi alone with her thoughts. She leaned back in her chair, letting out a breath… again. Maybe she was being a little too transparent… but no. He couldn't have known she was talking about him, right?
He always did seem more perceptive than she assumed he was… but she also had worded it well enough that it could've been anyone… And since he couldn't see her face, it's not like that would betray her…
Grimacing, she signed off and got up. This was way too complicated.
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Hitomi propped her head on her hands, sighing. Yukari was beside her, copiously taking down notes as the teacher droned on.
I've always loved astronomy… she thought to herself. But he's so boring! I wish he would move a little faster… too bad the class is full of morons. She glanced back to see people sleeping, talking, flirting, doing almost anything but listening, and even though this wasn't the most uncommon thing in most classes… it still bugged her. At least in a class she enjoyed. Of course, since I'm a dork, that explains why I know half of this stuff already, which is most likely part of the reason it feels so slow to me. Oh well.
She looked to Yukari, to find that the normally studious girl was looking back at her with the same expression of 'can we please get on with this?!' Glad to feel it wasn't just her, Hitomi smiled, and pulled out a piece of paper, scribbling on it:
Gosh, this is boring.
Yukari received it with no problem, wrote for a bit, and slipped it back onto Hitomi's desk.
Yeah, I know. He could've gone through the stuff we've learned this whole week in one day if he would just talk faster and stop repeating himself. So what's up with you lately?
Hitomi thought for a little.
Well... Yukari, would you tell a guy you liked him, even when you knew he liked someone else?
Yukari read the note, and frowned a little at Hitomi for a bit.
Why do you ask? Which guy are you talking about?
It doesn't matter. Would you?
Yes, it does matter, and no, I probably wouldn't. Is it Amano?
Hitomi was slightly startled by her friend's perception.
Yeah. How'd you know?
Oh, I couldn't help seeing your little 'looks' toward him during lunch last year…
Hitomi grimaced.
You saw, huh? It was that obvious?
Well, to me. I mean, I know I used to like him for a little bit, and maybe that's why I didn't see it before, but I definitely saw it by the end of last year. Who does he like?
Naori. Remember her?
Oh yeah. She was nice.
Hitomi stuck out her tongue briefly.
That's the problem. It's not like I can try to prove to him that I'm better in some vague way, or that she's not worth it. Because I know she probably is.
The bell rang sharply before Yukari could write a reply, and she just began to gather her books and offer Hitomi a sympathetic look. "I wish I could help you more, Hitomi. I really do."
Hitomi smiled. "Yeah, I know. It's alright. Eventually, I'll be fine. Just right now… it really sucks."
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"Good morning!"
Van's typical booming entrance did nothing to faze Hitomi. "Hi, Van," she said, not looking up from the work she'd already started on.
"What're you doing?" He leaned over her shoulder –annoyingly – and read what she was writing out loud. " 'Saturn is the sixth planet and has impressive rings circling it. Despite popular belief, it is not the only-' "
"Van," she cut in, putting her pen down, "could you not do that? Please?"
He merely grinned. That's all he ever did. What was he, the Cheshire cat?
"You already started that?"
"Well, I figure the sooner I get it done with, the sooner I can stop worrying about it. If I don't remember now, I won't later."
"Ah. I see."
She tucked an errant strand of her former bangs behind her ear, and concentrated on the work, hoping that was the entire irritant he would provide for her then.
Unfortunately, Van didn't really look after Hitomi's hopes. He flicked her hair back out from behind her ear, and said, "Hey, you remember when you used to have short hair?"
"Like a boy's, when I was 15?" Smiling ruefully – both for her remembrance and for her realization that Van wasn't going to leave her alone anytime soon – she said, "Yeah, I figured it was time I grew it out again. Though all the annoying short hairs in the front can't seem to grow fast enough."
"You looked just like that anime character from… what was it?"
Her brow furrowed slightly. "Um… I don't remember. Something Amano watched, I think. With whatever that big robot-thing was. The one that the guy would pilot from the inside."
"Yeah, that's it. You got tired of looking like her?"
She laughed. "Actually, to tell you the honest truth, that was part of the reason I let it grow. I was tired of having people tell me that."
"Well, that's not so bad though. I mean, she was cute, wasn't she?"
"I guess. But still… I want to be known as 'Hitomi', not someone else."
He shrugged with a smile, sauntering off towards the percussion section. "I guess."
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Hitomi sat at the table in the band room with a few stacks of unnumbered music in folders, listening to Concert Band I – the beginning/intermediate band – warmup. She opened the first folder of music – 'Circle of Stones', sounds real fun… – and began to number the top left corner with the four-digit number of the piece of music in the file.
She glanced up and saw Van come through the door, obviously skipping, the same as her.
"Hey, Van."
He turned questioning dark eyes to her.
"Do you want to help stamp music?" She smiled hopefully at him with her eyebrows raised. If he stamped, she would probably be able to finish the whole stack in one period.
"No." After a moment, he smiled. "But I'll do it."
She rolled her eyes at him, and pushed a seat out from under the table, simultaneously handing him the stamp and ink pad
"So where do I stamp?" Van asked, brandishing the stamp with the school's name and address on it, gesturing to the music. "Here?" he stamped on the top right corner.
"No, that's where I'm numbering right now!" Hitomi said hurriedly, writing overtop of the stamp.
"Here?" he stamped on the top left corner.
"No, that's where the other number goes!"
"Damn."
She laughed at the vaguely sheepish look on his face. "Here, look, you stamp in the middle underneath the title, like this." Demonstrating, she said, "See?"
"Okay."
She handed the stamp back to Van, as Concert Band I – the intermediate/beginning band – let loose on some simplistic march they were playing.
"Hey, I played this one freshman year!"
Van leaned towards her. "What?" he shouted.
"I played this freshman year!" she shouted back.
"Oh."
They continued in silence for a bit before Van said, "Hey, how about I stamp while you write the other number? Then it'll go faster."
"I don't know-"
He stamped the page without her consent, mildly startling her. She supposed, though, it might work.
However, she'd forgotten Van was a little impatient… and would try stamping before she was done.
Just as she shifted a page to number it on a solid surface, Van jumped in and stamped.
He grimaced. "Oh, shit."
Her mouth hung open in mirth. "You missed completely!!"
"Well, it's not my fault you were moving."
"I told you to wait."
He leaned back in his chair and watched her intently, waiting until she was fully done with writing the number and exaggeratedly stamping slowly so as not to miss again. But soon, he was stamping just as before, which didn't surprise Hitomi all that much. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he stamped smack dab in the middle of the music.
"You gotta make it interesting once in a while," he commented blandly. "This is getting boring."
She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing. "Well, it's only a bari sax part anyway."
"Nobody cares about them," he declared, waving his hand for emphasis.
Chuckling, she pulled out the next set of music, telling Van, "You can't stamp yet, because I have to do the one set of numbers first."
"Okay." He sat impatiently on the chair, shifting around as she numbered the one side. Finally, he decided to use conversation as an energy outlet. "So are you going to major in music?"
She frowned at him. "I can't hear you," she said loudly over the band playing.
He raised his voice to an almost-yell. "ARE YOU GOING TO MAJOR IN MUSIC?"
Hitomi replied, "YEAH, MUSIC EDUCATION, I THINK."
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO GO?"
A loud brass part had just eclipsed whatever he was trying to say in Hitomi's ears, so she leaned forward and shouted, "WHAT?"
"I SAID, WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO - " The band abruptly cut all sound off. " – GO?"
In the startled silence that followed, Hitomi and Van looked at each other and snickered uncontrollably. Mr. Hiraki quickly got the bands attention back to the music at hand, but Hitomi and Van couldn't forget the incident nearly as quickly.
"It was like something in the movies," Hitomi commented.
"'Where are you going to GO?'" Van imitated, laughing at himself.
Slightly fanning herself, she let out a breath and said, "We really ought to try and finish this now."
"I guess so."
They worked the rest of the time with less hitches – aside from whenever Van decided to 'lighten up the monotony' and stamp in the middle of the music. But all the stacks of music were done, although the bell had rung a few minutes ago, signaling the beginning of 7th period.
After making sure the music was all together in a neat stack with no papers hanging out, she walked over to the podium and said, "Mr. Hiraki, can I have a pass to class?"
He looked over at Hitomi with a small smile. "You know, you really didn't have to stay after to organize that music."
She grinned innocently. "Oh, but I had to. Even though it meant missing the beginning of math class, which is, of course, my favorite class."
"I'm sure," he said dryly, already getting a piece of paper.
"I need one too," Van piped up, appearing beside them. "I'm the one who stamped the music, after all."
"Your aim isn't all that good," Hitomi quipped with a grin.
"Hey, I only got your arm once."
"I told you I wasn't done numbering the top corner of the music!"
"You were being too slow."
"No, I was being efficient."
"You should've moved out of the way."
"You should've been more patient."
"Both of you are going to math right?"
Two pairs of eyes looked back to the teacher. "Yeah," Hitomi said. "I think we're in the same hallway, actually."
Tearing the paper in half, Mr. Hiraki handed one to each of them. "Try not to always be late, guys," he reminded them. "I don't want to have to deal with complaints from the teachers, if you know what I mean."
Together, they took the short walk towards the math hallway where both their classrooms lay.
"So, what class do you have?" Van asked.
"Pre-Cal."
"Woo! Geometry!" he said, waving his arms in mock excitement.
Hitomi rolled her eyes with a grimace as they neared the doors of their classrooms. "I'm with all the stupid people."
Just before Van entered his class, he tossed her a startlingly attractive smile and retorted, "I am the stupid people."
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"Good Lord, it's bloody cold!" Hitomi rubbed her hands up and down her arms in a futile attempt to warm herself. "I remember now why I really, really hate football games."
"Then why are you in marching band?" Gaddes asked from beside her.
"We're small enough with me in it. I figured the sound needed boosting," she stated.
"I'm sure."
"Listen, since it's third quarter and we have off, I'm going to go to get something to drink. You want anything?"
"Nah, I'm alright."
Blowing on her hands, she walked down the stairs in her uncomfortable marching uniform – I hate these things – and found her way to the concessions stand, where she purchased a can of Coke. On her way back, as she climbed the stairs, she realized her seat had somehow disappeared in the mass of huddled bodies. She looked up to Gaddes and said, "Where do I sit?"
He offered his lap, and she laughed. "No, I really don't think you'd want me sitting on your lap. Your legs might break."
"I'll be fine, trust me."
A cold gust of wind lifted the hair from the nape of her neck, sending a chill through her. Shrugging, she said, "Alright, fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."
One of the flags – Maori – had brought a blanket, and Gaddes was already using part of it. With her on his lap, the blanket stretched across several people, and she huddled into the group warmth with his arm around her. "This is a little better, I guess," she admitted.
Gaddes nodded. "You're not keeping my left leg warm."
"Listen, there's only so much I can do, alright!" She shifted slightly in an effort to keep her leg from going to sleep.
"There, that's better."
She smiled. "Good, because since I was finally comfortable, I wasn't about to move again."
As she sat silently for a bit, she watched the game seesaw back and forth. Since her understanding of the game consisted of 'the ball is shaped like a lemon', she didn't understand much. A loud roar took over the crowd, and Hitomi sat up slightly. "What's going on? Why are we cheering?"
"We got a first down," Gaddes said.
"Oh." She curled back into the warmth she could find. "I thought it was something like an actual score. It's so goofy to cheer when nothing actually happens."
She felt Gaddes chuckle beneath her briefly, having been well-acquainted with her disdain and ignorance of football. Looking across the blanket at how many people managed to fit there, she laughed. "You know, I'm glad we're all such good friends."
Maori grinned between two of the other flags. "Seriously."
Gaddes warm breath brushed her ear slightly.
"The trombones are fine, right?"
She felt him turn his head back to look at where they'd laid them. "Yeah, they're fine. You have your mouthpiece, right?"
"It's in my pocket. No way am I letting it freeze in this weather when I have to put my mouth on the thing."
"Makes sense." Gaddes shifted his one leg slightly, but not enough to destroy the comfort. "Hey, are you doing anything tonight?"
"Probably not. I don't really do much."
"You want to see a movie? There's been one out that I've really wanted to see."
"Well, we can't see that Will Ferrell movie. Allen and I went to see it the other night."
"I already saw it, too. So what's this about not doing anything?"
She smiled. "Well, sometimes I do. But not often. Before I saw that movie with Allen, I hadn't seen anything in… a while."
He snorted. "Sure."
"I'm serious!" she insisted. "You know I have no life."
"I suppose as a musician, you're entitled not to."
"Hey!" she said, lightly elbowing his exposed stomach.
"Watch it, my diaphragm's important to me!"
"You're such a dork."
"You know you'd say the same thing."
"No, I wouldn't."
"Yeah, you would."
"No, I wouldn't."
He grinned without conceding. "So you went out with Allen, hm?"
"I was with him, I didn't go out with him. We're just friends."
"Oh, really?"
"Seriously. He's like another brother to me. If we went out and then broke up, it'd be like… the apocalypse."
Gaddes laughed.
The clocked ticked down to two minutes left in the third quarter, and Hitomi sighed. "Well, looks like we're on duty soon." She vacated Gaddes' warmth, cringing slightly at the rush of cold air and reaching towards her trombone. Pulling the mouthpiece from her pocket, she inserted it in the instrument and blew the spit out – just in case.
She wouldn't give Gaddes the opportunity to pull the same stunt on her.
Looking up into his bemused smile, she chuckled. "It doesn't hurt to be sure," she stated.
His dark eyes twinkled with mischief. "Why would I get you back in the same way? Victory wouldn't be nearly as sweet if it was expected."
Index:
In case you didn't notice, the marching band is small, and voluntary. Because that was my experience. And I find it easier to write about things you actually know than to make it up.
I don't think there's much else to explain here, other than in my experience, after the half-time show we were always given third quarter off to chill. Also, a lot of this stuff is based on real events, and some of the conversations have actually occurred, though I modified some to fit. But keep in mind, most of this isn't entirely improbable, since it actually happened to me and people around me.
Well, that's that. Update in… whenever.
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