The night was cool, but the bus heater was extremely warm. They were sitting in the very back seat on the long drive back to their school. The basketball team had just won sectionals, and it was a happy night for all- especially for the 1st chair freshman clarinetist. She had liked him for so long- since the end of marching season, 6 months before. And now, here they were, with only the moonlight and two hours together. They were surrounded by other band kids, but the clarinetist didn't seem to notice. All she saw was the 1st chair horn player next to her. He was almost six inches taller than her, with thick brown hair and big brown eyes.