5. Unbreakable
"Hey! What're you doing after we pack up?" She looked at her friend, Greg, and shrugged.
"Dunno. Whatever. Why?" He shrugged, grinning.
"Well, we were all thinking of going out, you know, just low brass and a few of the chill trumpets. Gettin' some food." She laughed and pulled the heavy baritone case towards her.
"Yeah, okay. It'd be nice to go out and relax after that terrible football game." He nodded, smirking, as she turned to put something away in her locker. When she turned back and picked up her case, there was an earth-shattering clang—her baritone tumbled out of the unlatched case and her heart stopped.
Every brass player nearby looked over as she covered her face and tried to breathe instead of hyperventilate. A soft-spoken mello picked it up and whispered in her ear.
"Hey, it's fine. These things are unbreakable."
AN: Ever had this happen? I literally couldn't breathe for half a minute after the case dropped open. Also, over by quite a few words…but that's okay.