The bell that meant school was over rang and echoed throughout the hall like a church bell. The ring could be mistaken as 'Hallelujah" by mistake. However you heard it, it was a beautiful sound.

Logan grabbed her book bag and left her Calculus class in a hurry, bumping into several students in the halls and receiving nasty looks. "Sorry! Oh, sorry! Was that your face? Sorry!"

She ran down the hall and almost slid to a stop in front of the band room door. Actually, her burkenstocks made her slide past it, and she had to gather up speed and run back. She shoved open the heavy door and burst inside. Little did she know Mr.Rickman was still having class.

"Logan Moore! What on earth are you doing? Unless you're having a baby, you better make this important." The whole class of freshmen turned around to stare at her. Logan gulped.

"No sir, I was just..I'll wait outside." She knew that's what he was wanting to hear. She drooped her shoulders and sadly walked back out into the hall to sit down on the linoleum.

She began to count the green squares on the floor and got to thirty-four until she was interrupted. "Logan?" She looked up and her eyes met those of Bailey's. Bailey smiled and was standing over her. "May I sit down?" Logan nodded.

"I went in there looking for you but he's still having class so ..I got griped out. Anyway, are you ready to do this? I mean, is this really what you want to do? Trade in your life of popularity and being known? Not many people would do that, you know." Logan gave Bailey a look of seriousness but Logan brushed it away with the movement of her hand.

"That's all over now. Everyone has forgotten about me, anyway. I'm no longer the cheerleading captain or friends with the two most popular girls in school, aside from me of course." Logan stared at her.

"I thought you said you weren't -"

"Oh, I know. Sorry, I guess I'm just used to thinking that way. But anyway, I hope Mr.Rickman absolutely loves me. I know he will, I'm charming and ..I have a way with teachers. They all love me."

"Is it because you sleep with them?"

Bailey stared open mouthed. Logan added, "Because that's what I've heard. Of course I don't believe it or anything. Who would? Heh heh." She looked away nervously.

Suddenly the band door swung open making a 'fwuh' noise that made Bailey jump. Logan watched as all the freshmen swarmed out like piranhas. They probably did bite, too. So she kept her distance.

When the coast was clear, the girls gathered up their things and hoisted themselves up. Bailey walked up to the band room door and stood in front of it staring. "Aren't you going in?" Logan asked.

"I don't want to touch that door handle. Tons of snot-nosed band geeks have touched it all day. If you would, kindly please." She waited. Logan narrowed her eyes, pushed past her and went in on her own, leaving Bailey standing outside. Seconds later Bailey came running in after her.

"Gosh wait for me!" She was having to kind of hop along because she was in high heels.

"Mr.Rickman, this is Bailey Baker. She wants to talk to you about joining band." Logan stepped aside, and Bailey approached carefully, as if Mr.Rickman had rabies.

"What do you play? We could use another tuba." He eyed Bailey up and down. Bailey made a face and shook her head.

"No, sir. Tubas are for over weight people." She was talking slow, as if Mr.Rickman was a child. "I want to know if I can play the snares. You DO have snares, don't you?"

"Of course we do. But there's two problems.You have to work yourself up to get to play the snares. I can't just hang them on your shoulders and expect you to be stupendous. And second, we have so many percussion players that it's not like we're desperate for one. There are..let's see..." He began to count on his fingers.

"Sir, I've been playing the drums for seven years now. My parents bought me a drum set for Christmas when I was ten years old. I was a natural. Do you want me to prove it or anything? Because I can." She ran towards the quads and Mr.Rickman stopped her.

"Okay, look. Stay with me after school today and I'll see what you can do. Do you have a ride?"

Bailey's eyes widenened. "Thank you, sir! And..no. My brother dropped me off today but I told him I'd ride the ...the bus today. But ew I'm so glad they already left. Yuck!"

"I can drive you." Logan said after a moment's hesitation. Bailey cheered and gave Logan a hug. Logan stood there for a minute trying to gather what had just happened. She had just got hugged from one of the former A&B's. But the strange thing was, it didn't feel so bad.

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It was over. Mr.Rickman crossed his arms across his chest and cleared his throat. "Bailey, I think I've made my decision."

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A/N: Cliffhanger! To everyone who has reviewed, thank you so much! I know this is awfully sassy of me, but I am not updating until I get twenty reviews. It's not that hard to push the shiny blue button! I appreciate everyone's support in this ongoing project. I really like this story, it actually has a plot and is going somewhere. Kudos to myself. Review! Thank you!..Julie