Throwing a clarinet case into my slot, I sighed as I glanced around the small instrument room. Steven, a saxophone player, sat in his corner talking to himself, while Chris, another saxophone player, planned on what to steal next. Shaking my head slightly, I walked out of the room as a few other students went in. A clarinet in hand I smiled at Matt, my boyfriend. Matt and I had been going out for a couple of weeks, or at least since the start of marching band. I would of never though of him closer then a friend, but a rumor goes that cupid has a plan.

"Hey, Laura,"

Hearing my name, I spun on my heel, facing Colleen, her curly blonde hair put up with a hair band. Her green eyes sparkled with delight as she pulled me aside.

"Laura, know what?"

"What?" I asked, unsure what she was thinking at the time.

"ANOTHER person likes me!"

I stared in disbelief at her before I found her fingers snapping at me. Colleen had a list of boys that we believed that liked her. She wasn't popular and wasn't the skinniest thing ever, but she had at least 10 boys, that we knew of who liked her.

"Now who?" I asked, "You nearly have the whole band…"

"You make that sound like a bad thing," she said, grinning, "Anyways, it's…. Uhhh…. Oh yeah, Ricky."

I glanced at Ricky from across the room, his black hair messy from marching outside earlier. He was a percussionist with an attitude.

"Ricky?" I repeated, "Well, I guess we'll just add him to your collection…" I said, grinning. I waved both my hands to her, which meant Top 10, the signal meaning all the boys that liked her.

She smirked as she shrugged and walked into the instrument room, before darting back out.

"Ewwww… How can Steven think like that – wait I don't want to know…." she said as she walked back bye, her hands over ears.

This time I smirked at her, knowing what Steven was talking about at that moment. I grabbed her arm and led her back into the instrument room, ignoring Stevens comments on stuff off the subject. George, the only male clarinetist, walked in and stodd behind Colleen.

"Hi yellow brick road!" he smirked,

Colleen turned on her heel and looked the senior in his face.

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Well, I'm not planning to…" he responded.

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Earlier in the year, Colleen, Matt, George and I were inside the instrument room talking. I was fumbling with my clarinet as I dropped my ligature. Reaching down, I noticed it seem to disappear out of my eyesight.

"Shoot… Colleen, do you see my ligature?" I asked, hoping she did.

"Uhhh… No… But you can use my spare one…. Just get it out of my case."

I reached for her case, as I looked around desperately for my ligature. Sighing, I opened the case and noticed a spare mouth piece as I reached for the ligature.

"Wow, your prepared… Two mouth pieces, two ligatures… What else do you have two of?" I asked.

"Actually, I have another clarinet at home…. I have almost two or more of everything… I'm very smart and well planned out."

I burst out laughing at this as George walked up,

George – "So your smarter then a brick?"

Colleen stared at him, trying to figure out what he meant until she finally understood.

Colleen – "That's not funny!" she snapped, although she was smiling.

Matt, who was standing there the whole time, grinned and asked, "So if you have two of everything, can I have a brick?"

George started to hum the yellow brick road song, giving her the name "The Yellow Brick Road"

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Ok, how do you like my first fanfic? I might redo most of it, but hey, it's worth a shot. If you don't understand the Yellow Brick Road thing, maybe this will help.

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Yellow – Colleen is a blonde and blames her 'slowness' on things because she is a blonde.

Brick – Matt asked for a brick and George also asked if she was smarter then a brick.

Road – The road doesn't mean anything… It's just to add to the title.