54). "Show me the money!" (Julia, because apparently, she and the Crossing gang are lodged in my brain right now, also, this would be a future story, a sequel of Crossing was the Line's WGI season, I just haven't got around to even thinking about it…)

We needed money for Dayton. It wasn't a question that we were going to make it or not, but April was a long way away, and given the current economy, it was going to take every bit of fund raising to get us there. At an earlier meeting of the Line, we had started tossing around ideas – anything from hiring ourselves out for corporate events (not sure if we would have any takers) to another date auction (although, if push came to shove, I was not going to let Denny be offered for sale). The usuals (bake sales, cookie sales, pizza sales) had all been done before, and we wanted to do something different…something that was a good use of our skills.

Finally, and maybe it was Murph's idea, we decided on a drum-a-thon – on an upcoming Friday night, to basically have some form of percussion going for as many hours as we can.

After a long, long night, in which all of our chops were burning, and I'm pretty sure everyone lapsed into a weird comatose primeval state, we were finished. As the cash and checks were counted the following morning, in my mostly sleepless state, I had no choice but to run around and scream, "Show me the money!!!!"