Mo found Hannah in the band room. "Nice job," he complimented her, "but you played a B instead of a C-Sharp in Aurora."
"Can I help it if the two keys are next to each other?"
Meanwhile, behind the stage, Kimberly marched up to Ms. Larson. Her demand was an angry one: "Who the heck is Theodore Flit?"
"Theodore Flit? He was the coach of the first Springfield Senior High swim team back in 1899."
"When-how-did he die?"
"Natural causes, I presume. He was seventy-three. Oh-Kimberly, that reminds me." She snapped her fingers. "Where were you during WorldSnap? You were conspicuously absent from our rehearsals of Aurora."
"You knew about it?"
"I directed it!" Ms. Larson tossed her hair behind her shoulder and laughed.
"But-I thought Eric-"
"I found them out three days into rehearsals. Instead of reprimanding them, I simply took over…it was quite interesting, and Eric was relieved to be relieved, if you'll pardon the pun."
"Sure."
"Kimberly!" a voice shouted from down the hall. It was Simon. "Tomorrow's the last day of school! What kind of mischief are we going to cause for Ms. Larson?"
"Catch ya later," Kimberly apologized as she chased after him. "Simon! Wait up! What about the summer?"
"The summer? Whoa…I'd totally forgotten about that! Hey, Eric, Mo…everybody! Listen up! This summer, should we organize a musician's club? Or play secret agents in my huge backyard?"
"No chance," Kimberly sighed. "Our parents would never allow us that much freedom. Back in their day they could, or maybe in some books all the kids get to go out and do whatever they want, but this is the twenty-first century, remember?"
"So I'll have you over for my birthday."
"Your birthday's in February," Dana reminded him.
"Half birthday. August. We'll still have a fun summer-you'll see."
Helena Larson tried to count their plans, but gave up. It couldn't be done.