OK, so here's the thing with me and Lisa. She's the boss. She's always been the boss. Even when I wasn't dating her she was the boss. She plays the trumpet. A girl who plays trumpet, she's got to have some strong willpower and determination to put up with boys that play the trumpet. Drive, focus, ambition, things a trombone boy like myself cannot possibly know or begin to understand.

So getting her to put off whatever was bothering her in the hot tub was nothing less than amazing for me. She must have finally come around and seen that sometimes it's better not to let people like Steven and Becca, and well, the whole band, hear about what's pissing her off at any given moment. That's what band gossip's for. If everyone's there, it doesn't have quite the same effect.

But right now she's sort of shooting daggers at me with her eyes. Maybe she's not coming around so much as waiting until everyone leaves so that she can kill me.

We're all sitting in the lobby. Steven's still in the hot tub. Naked. We're all getting the sofas all wet, but that's never stopped us before on band trips. Things like courtesy to the other guests and whatnot. Hotel lobbies just become our Band Room away from Home.

Everyone wants to play Hot Seat. It's this horrible game that everyone loves to play. It's like Truth or Dare. Without the Dare part, and everyone asks just one person the questions. Like I said, terrible game.

I steal a look across the room to Lisa. She's not sitting near me. She is usually all over me. Huh…I'll deal with that later, I guess.

"Jake, you're it." Someone says. It doesn't matter who, because everyone in the room agrees. They know I hate it, so they like to get me in early, before they all get too bored with the game.

"No." Like that'll stop them. I get off the couch and move to a chair that someone has put in the middle of the room. Jerks. I hate band trips.

"So, Jake," Sam starts, with this look in his eye, an I'm going to kill you just to watch you die look. "Have you ever made out with someone on a band bus?"

I just glare at him. "Yes."

Ryan glances up from his magazine. He always acts like he's too cool for this stuff. "How many people have you made out with on a band bus?"

"Two."

It's Lisa's turn to glare. She's not one of them.

But Dillan takes his turn, glancing at my charming girlfriend. "Who was the last person you made out with on a band bus?"

I pause before this one. "Becca."

Now it's Becca's turn to glare at me. That was over a year ago that she and I were together. Lisa and I have been together since, and we've gone on several band trips. I don't know why she's glaring at me. Everyone knows we went out, but we just don't talk about it. It makes Lisa want to rip heads apart or something. Right now she looks like she's going to cry. Crap.

"Have you ever been in love?" Sonya asks. She's a freshmen. She doesn't know what she's starting to mess with asking that question.

"Yes."

"With how many people?" She asks. Second questions are not allowed. No one protests though.

Another pause. "One."

Lisa looks relieved. It's her turn now. I'm not feeling so relieved. "With me?" she asks quietly.

"No."