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Krystal felt her nerves in her stomach tighten as she neared the black fox who stood by his band. She swallowed her pride and squashed the butterflies in her gut, taking a final deep breath she stepped cautiously down the stairs. As she was about to notify the fox of her presence though she was startled by the K-9 in white up-top the podium give a barking metered shout.

"Mark, time, mark. One, two, ready, go," next to her right she heard the loud sound of a single silver sousaphone ring above the crowd (Buyo.) Then as the large instrument reached its note and gave a finale low smack the rest of the band joined in, in a jazzy swing song, the rest of the band soon faded to a background and a single trumped was heard above the others with a beautiful solo that was backed by the band and the running bass line that the sousa' had started from the beginning. They rose into a great sforzando that brought the song into a full swing before lulling back to the background allowing for a large saxophone to bleed through to the for front. It surprised Krystal when she saw that it was a smaller animal that looked mousy but was stark white with brownish red curtails of fur draping out of his bucket helmet and onto his neck and into his face. Soon though it came to an end in a grand sub o'fortissimo. Krystal then came to her senses and turned back to the black fox who was no longer facing away from her. She retracted her hand quickly and looked the fox over. He was slim for his stout build but held an elegance about him that was awkward at the same time; his eyes, she noticed, were a grey color as if he was blind but the black of his pupils suggested otherwise. After that moment of silence, though, Krystal made the first move.

"You have a nice band," she said shyly stepping down to be on his level.

"Thanks," he replied turning to the dog on the podium and giving him several had gestures including some fists an L shape and some odd other ones. "But, I guess you didn't come here to just admire my band so... why don't you be straight with me," Krystal almost flinched, almost, but she held together and let a sly smile creep onto her mussel.

"You wound me sir, but, I will be fair no," she placed a hand on his surprisingly well formed bicep. "I came to admire a handsome old dog who has something of mine," she smiled devilishly at him as she saw the sweat begin to build on his collar and his footing falter slightly. She smiled more at his reply.

"You mistake me for a thief," he said confidently as he removed her hand with his thumb and pointer finger. "I leave that to cat burglars and space dogs,"

"Well," came back Krystal with a snicker. "You must be one or the other because I saw you take it from me when we first made eye contact," just then though their was a loud horn blown and Krystal jumped and her fur poofed.

"Well," said the fox circling a single finger in the air. "I suggest you have your eyes checked 'cause I am sure that their are other foxes who would love to steal a few things from you but," he said pointedly backing down the stairs he reached into his pocket and blew some air at her. "Here is your dignity back," with that she watched slack jawed as he jumped the brick battlements that made up the bottom of the stands and ran off down to an open spot down at the end of the surrounding track. She came back to her senses soon though as several band kids were chuckling or just out right laughing and turned in a huff and stormed off. She made her way back through the crowd then to Falco and stopped next to him crossed her arms and pouted.

"So," said the bird mouth full of popcorn. "how'd it go?"

"Utterly horrid," she said letting the mask over her accent fall to its original deep accent. "His manners are atrocious and his bloody wits sharp enough to cut rope," Falco laughed to himself as he stood full height and tossed the box of popcorn into a near by trash can.

"Its ok sweetheart," he said swallowing his last mouth full. "Football seasons just begun and John's a very punctual fellow. He'll be here every Friday from a half-hour before the game to about an hour after."

*-Later-*

The black fox known as John Stafford strode confidently out of his office and out of his band room into the school. He smiled as he went enjoying the sort of afterglow that nights like these left him in. His band had performed like he had never seen tonight and he was happy that they had pulled it off in such perfection. He came to the door that lead to the teacher's parking lot and stepped out and made sure to lock the door behind him. He breathed deeply as he turned from the door toward his car enjoying the warm dry air of Papetoon. As he reached his car and grabbed the handle he noticed a blue vixen leaning on his hood staring back at him.

Not this again, he thought standing straighter as he opened the car door and leaned against the frame staring back at her. There was a spark. They both recoiled slightly, that was unusual.

"So," said John recovering quickly. ", what's a girl like you harassing a teacher like me,"

"I'd hardly call it harassment," replied the vixen standing to her full height of just under his nose. ", I've simply taken an interest in a young teacher who looks too old for his age,"

"Yeah," John sighed. "I guess late nights like these can make a 'young' man feel old," he sat in the driver seat as she too came to lean on the door of his car "I'm thirty-two by the way,"

"I'm thirty," she replied quickly.

"Bull shit,"

"You obviously never learned much about the universe have you?"

"What do you mean," Krystal stifled a laugh and stood off the door and walked to the passenger side, opened the door and sat down.

"I find this conversation meaningless," she said and shushed the fox next to her. "I simply came to ask for some companionship, there was a pause as she saw the wheels work in his head. "Here, how about this," she leaned in and lightly placed her lips over his and gave him a kiss…