A/N: Hello again guys! Once again, I love you all for reviewing…anyways…here's the next chapter!

Chapter 3: Pep Band

Max POV (Yet again…)

"Mooomm. I wanna go to the basketball game. Please?" I begged. Why wouldn't I beg? The band would be there!

"Why do you want to go?"

"…Because…I can meet some classmates before school on Monday. "

"Okay. I will drop you off at 6, and you have to call me when you are ready to be picked up. No rides from any new friends."

"I understand, Mom."

"Also, here's $20 for admission and food. I want all of the change you happen to have left over."

"Yay, thank you Mom!" I shouted, hugging her.

When 5:30 came, I jumped in the car, secretly hiding my saxophone in the back.

15 minutes later, Mom got in the car with directions. I fiddled with the radio, trying to find a good station. I eventually landed on 91.9, a good rock station that played only bands that didn't swear on it.

When we got there, I say people walking in with instrument cases of various sizes. I notice at least two trombones, a flute, a few trumpets, and more than one saxophone, including a tenor. I even saw somebody carrying in a tuba!

"Thanks, Mom! Love you!" I shouted as I pulled my alto out of the backseat.

"Wha-"I slammed the door cutting her off, then ran inside.

Once I was in, I followed the steady stream of kids toward the band room. I have a habit of examining the areas around me, and I immediately saw that the band room was in the part of the school where it looks like the creative kids would hang out. Also, as I was walking, I noticed that in the hallway, there were marks on the ceiling, which probably meant that the marching band also had a colorguard, or flaggers.

As soon as I stepped in, I felt like I had stepped into chaos. The drummers were loud like always, while the flutes trilled, clarinets squeaked trying to get to the high notes, trombones blared, trumpets tried their hardest to get their rhythms worked out (and failed), and the saxophones were trying their hardest to talk to each other over the general loudness going on in the room.

Taking a deep breath, I started asking toward one of the other saxophones who was actually practicing. She looked like a quiet girl, but played pretty amazingly, and with power, as if she was used to playing a bigger instrument.

"Hey…I'm new here… Where's the director? " I asked.

"Blanderson? He's…" the girl trailed off, scanning the room looking for him. "Oh! He's over there talking to Deanna again." she answered, pointing to a girl with glasses who was holing a flute, fingering a trill. The guy beside her was wearing a bland green shirt, with khaki slacks. Sigh…Another boring director. Or bland, considering his name.

He looked over and spotted me. He patted the girl's shoulder, and shuffled over to me, avoiding the seemingly random chairs, stands, cases, and drums.

"Who are you?" he asked bluntly.

"Um…I'm Max. I'm new here, and play alto. I heard that there was a basketball game today, and that the band would be playing there. I was wondering if I could possibly play tonight? I brought my saxophone and lyre with me." I said, motioning to my case.

"I suppose…you can sit wherever in the stands, and you get in for free. But you have to be ready to play within a split second of me telling you to be ready to play. Also, when you play, you must be in the same section as the band. "

"Okay!"I exclaimed. I get to play at a basketball game…*insert flowery aura here*

A/N: I'm so sorry for making you all wait for so long! Once again, thank you all for reviewing! It makes me happy to know that so many people like the story! I will try to update soon, but I have a lot going on with finals and such. Not to mention marching band…I promise the next chapter will have the rest of the flock.