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squeals I actually got some reviews! That makes me feel all happy inside; I will now take a moment to thank all of my lovely readers!

Red Hawk K'sani

You are my first reader! Thanks for all of your reviews. I'll try to watch the typos a little better, but yeah.

Someone

Um, well I guess I'll try to write better. confused look

Myheartkeepsbleeding

Oh don't worry, Michael is very hot. A little obsessive and geeky maybe, but he's a pretty cool guy. And, yeah I think that something is going to happen between him and Cici shifty eyes

Sierra Potter-Malfoy

I sort of know how Cici feels as well. I didn't really want to be in band at first either, but now I LOVE it! You are defiantly making the right choice about choosing band over field hokey!

bandcutie9128

Yes, Michael is very obsessive about the piano thing. But he is a first rate band geek we must remember. Having Cici in his section is a REALLY big deal to him. Yes, he is very cute section leader! Heh heh

Thank you guys soooooooo much for reviewing! I love reviews! The next chapter is going to be told by Michael's point of view. I was going to keep this all in Cecilia's point of view, but I changed my mind! Enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter 4

Wow! I thought, still a little star struck. I just couldn't believe this! Cecilia Davis in my pit! This was amazing! I watched her walk out of Mr.G's office, smiling.

"You like her don't you Michael," Mr. G said, dropping the teacher voice.

"No!" I said, A little taken back, "I'm just.....well, in awe."

"Michael, we have to realize that she might not be as good as she once was. She hasn't touched a piano in several years," He said, carefully.

"No, I'm sure that she's still good. You can't loose talent like that."

"Just don't get your hopes up."

"I won't, okay?" I said, a little bit annoyed. Sometimes, it appears that Mr. Glock seems to think that he's my father or something. He's always so overly protective, never wanting me to get hurt. There was a long silence. No one really had anything else to say.

"So, Michael, "Mr. Glock said, scooting his chair over to his racks of CDs, "Do you want to tell me a little more about the Gong incident?"

He found a CD and put it into his CD player, soon the sweet voice of Jerry Kolright filled the speakers that sat on either side of Mr.Glock's desk.

"Is that the Jerry Kolright CD I got you for your birthday, Fred?"

"Don't change the subject, Michael!" Mr. Glock said," And don't let any of the school board members hear you call me by my first name."

I rolled my eyes, immediately feeling guilty as I did it. I don't think that Mr.Glock saw me, but I still felt badly.

"First, tell me all that you know, Mr.G," I said, smugly, leaning back into the lumpy couch.

"Okay, "He said, "The gong disappeared out of the band room after the football game on Friday. I knew nothing of this, until the next morning when I picked up the paper. You'll never believe what the headline was. Do you know what it was Michael?"

"No," I relied, innocently.

"You do know what a rhetorical question is don't you?"

"Yes, I do!" I said, boldly, "It's a question that requires no answer.....oh crap! That was another rhetorical question wasn't it?"

Mr. Glock shook his head slowly. "Michael, you had better be very glad that you are such a good percussionist. If you weren't, you would have been far away a very long time ago. Well, anyway, where was I? Oh yes. So, I read in my newspaper that countless homes and cars had been vandalized by a large heavy disk shape: A.K.A the Sunny Slopes High Band Dept.'s gong. The above gong was found in the middle of side step Park under the merry go round. That is all I know. Now, you will tell me all that you know, Michael."

I shifted a bit nervously on the couch.

"I don't know any more than you do Mr.G. Only that I think that it was Katrina and Juliet, but it's really just my word against theirs," I said, shrugging.

Mr. G gave me a very annoyed look.

"I get the feeling that you're not telling me all that you know, Michael."

"Yes, I am! What are you talking about Mr.G?" I laughed nervously.

Mr.G looked like he was going to say something, but he couldn't. The door to his office was thrown open by a very tall and skinny girl. She had the most beautiful red curly hair that came just bellow her shoulders. It always had the appearance of perfection, yet it was obvious that she didn't spend more than 5 minutes a morning on it. I was looking into the face of Chandra Aleena, the most amazing g percussionist that I had ever known. She was middle snare and had made our drumline absolutely fabulous last year in winter drum line.

"Fred! Chad and Allan didn't show up for percussion practice! Again!" She yelled. Chandra always called Mr. Glock by his first name, even when school officials where around. Chad and Allan were the two guys on the Cymbal line. They where put there because it was the only thing that they could manage. They hardly ever showed up to practice and had almost gotten kicked out of band three times. It was rumored that they smoked pot behind the Gym.

"Ally, its okay, Hun," Mr. Glock said, reassuringly. Sometimes I wonder if Mr.Glock was a psychologist in some past life. It seems like most band directors have to have a bit of experience in the field.

"No it's not! They are going to be totally off step during the first contest! I mean, they don't even have their MUSIC memorized yet! Isn't that just awful? I mean, if someone who actually has complicated music, and then I could realize that not ever one could memorize it! But seriously, they only have five crashes in the whole show! I have their music memorized!" Chandra almost had tears rolling down her cheeks, she was so angry.

"Sit down, Ally, you can join Michael for Percussion support group!" Mr. Glock said, sarcastically. Chandra looked over at me. It was obvious that she had been so angry that she hadn't noticed me before. She sat down.

"Erm....hey, Michael." She said, obviously embarrassed by her past behavior.

"Hey, Ally," I said, amused.

Mr.Glock turned off the CD and turned to face me and Chandra.

"Chandra Aleena Borkins, you are the most amazing snare drummer that I have ever known. And you're a hell of a section leader. Better than most, no offence Michael," Mr. Glock said, kindly

"None taken, Mr.G."

Mr. Glock nodded in acknowledgement.

"Well, anyway, it's not your fault that Chad and Allan are such bad musicians. There is nothing you can do about it."

At this point, Chandra couldn't take it anymore, she broke into tears.

"Oh Fred! They're just horrible!" She sobbed, "Every t-t-time I s-s-see them come in late to practice, I j-j-just can't help wondering if I really am a bad section l-l-leader!"

The tears where streaming down her freckled cheeks in graceful arcs. She still looked beautiful even with the blotched eyes.

At this point, I knew that I really shouldn't be there. Chandra needed to vent and she probably didn't want me there.

"Mr.G, I should probably be going," I said as I gave him a meaningful look, "I'll be back 4th period during my study hall."

"Okay, see you then Michael," Mr. Glock said as I walked out of his office.

Cheerio my good folks!

Kind of a filler chapter, but that's okay. You guys needed to meet Chandra Aleena. I just love her character so much! Well, anyways you'll here more about her latter. Please please review!