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[h1][color=a187be]Aster Wisteria[/color][/h1]
Location:  A-List Halls -> Field House/Football Team Locker Room -> B-List Halls -> Choir Room -> B-List Halls -> Band Room
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"So, they're ready, right?"  Aster clicked his pen before ticking off one of the checkboxes on his list that hung from a clipboard.  "So, streamers and the sound system are good."  The Vice President mumbled on as a few students walked beside him as he continued to make sure that everything had been prepared for this event.  It has been quite some time before St. Mary's has become [i]this[/I] lively, and this event was more than just a show of their school spirit.  It was also an effort to entice the students to stay.  Unfortunately for him, those airbag A-Listers were doing a good job of driving off those who never met their standards.  But, sadly for them, Aster intended to make their 'bitch' lives harder.  "Of course we need that mascot suit!  Ain't no game complete without a mascot.  How long would that arrive?"  Aster grumbled as the student replied that the costume would arrive in an hour.  "As long as it arrives before the rally ends."

Aster sighed as he waved off his colleagues before slumping near one of the lockers.  He folded the sleeves of his white polo, rolling them up before sealing the cuffs a few inches below his elbow.  He pulled out his phone from the right pocket of his blue fitting jeans before slamming it near his ear.  "Talk to me,"  It was during these times that Aster shone as one of the pillars of student excellence.  He perfectly handled most of these campus-wide celebrations and the teachers loved him for it.  Every move calculated and every decision backed with research.  Fortunately, he had done his share of research and study.  As long as he could make the freshmen feel at ease during these events, he could make sure that about 78% of the new students would remain here until their senior years.  He just had his newest paper submitted to Scopus about the feasibility of school events in promoting student loyalty to an institute.  And, by all things good and holy, he would get that 78% inside this school.  "Chi is doing what?!"  he exclaimed.  Oh, he should have expected that Meghan Chi to be already making some of those C-Listers feel out of place.  "I swear I'll shove a cookie up her nose if she doesn't stop with this A-List Elitism.  No matter, ID that student for me and I'll get to her in no time.  Also, make sure that--  Wait, please hold,"  Aster received another call.  "Hernandez is throwing what?!"  Also, Hernandez was the epitome of a guy who will literally die if there wasn't a party every five seconds.  Why do A-List idiots always cause trouble for him?  "Contact maintenance at local 611 to clean up those posters.  If some freshmen sees those and raise it with their parents, there goes our enrollees for next year.  Got it?"

"Sorry for the hold...  Talk to me,"  He switched back to the Chi Incident.  "Make sure that the cheerleaders are in top shape.  Some of our guests are coming and I do not want them falling on top of one another while lifting each other and doing a pirouette."  Aster placed his phone down as he sank to the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index.  "We're almost there, Aster.  Almost there."  he stood up before checking his list.  "Cheerleaders, done.  Now, it's football.  The stars."  Aster jogged to the field house, popping over to the locker room as he tapped one of the metallic lockers with his clipboard.  "Sorry to pop in unannounced, gentlemen.  I just want to make sure that everyone's got their heads in the game.  Those suckers at Trinity won't show you mercy, and neither should you.  Also, your coach called in late.  He's stuck in traffic, but he assured me that he would arrive in time for the Pep Rally."  Aster ticked off the football team before taking off his glasses.  "You're this school's pride, gentlemen.  Show everyone why you're known as the best who spit out the rest.  Take heart.  Oh, and some college benefactors are attending to scout for some talent.  Give them a show, especially the both of you, Alexander and Haynes.  If you, gentlemen, need anything don't forget to give me a holler.  You got my number, right, Haynes?"

With that, he marched of back to the campus.  "Pep Song,"  he clicked his tongue.  "The Glee Club."  With a huff, the dutiful vice trotted off to the choir room.  Before he entered, he took a moment to catch his breath.  He had just been running all over the campus!  Jesus, he should join the track and field team.  As he entered the room, the cold air blasting back his sweat, sending nerves tingling down his spine.  "You, singers, re--"  Aster paused as he realized that they were in the middle of a vocal exercise.  "Sorry for intruding,"  he bowed before looking at Montgomery.  "No song yet?  Don't worry about it.  We've got plenty of time before the rally."  Aster noted down the status of the Pep Song in his clipboard before realizing that everything was blurry.  As it turned out, he forgot to wear his glasses!  Aster chuckled before sliding his glasses over his eyes before waving off to the glee club.  "I'm looking forward to your performance this afternoon, singers.  Show Trinity that we've got the better vocal chords."

Whew.  That's done.  Aster sauntered out of the room.  Suddenly, his vision tunneled and flashed.  "Fuck, not now."  He continued walking without a real direction and, before he realized it, he was standing a few feet behind someone!  It was a miracle that he hadn't bumped into the person.  He forced his hazy vision to clear, realizing that this was Santos!  "Oh, Santos!  Good to...  see... you..."  Aster blinked furiously to make the lad appear more than just a wad of pixels.  "I... uhh... yes."  he stammered.  "Stay out of trouble."  Aster dashed away from the scene, bumping into a trashcan or two.  He didn't really know where he was going, and good thing that the students were flocking to the gymnasium...  or else, he would have smacked into a whole class by now.

Then, everything became dark.

He suppressed a scream before he pushed against a random door, stumbling inside a random room in the process.  "Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit,"  Aster rambled as he crawled to the nearest corner before curling into a ball, waiting for the darkness to fade.  "Calm down, Aster."  he began to hyperventilate, but ultimately, he managed to calm down as his vision blurred slightly before steadying.  Then, the sweetest mesh of lullabies flowed through his ear as Aster got his heart to beat slower.  He still panted like crazy, but at least he was in no danger of passing out now.  As his eyes became crystal clear, Aster stood up from a distance, observing the musician who looked so entranced, so focused on the world of melodies that she had created.  "Devine?"  he whispered to himself before hiding against hiding beside one of the cabinets that held some of the instruments.  "Band room, huh?"  Aster sighed, resting his back against the cabinet.  Devine must have been so distracted that she even failed to notice his rather panicky entrance.  Aster could go out now and join the festivities, but this symphony enticed him to stay for a while longer.  Both he and Devine had a truce:  no speak, no contact.  Well, technically, he was just here to enjoy the moment of peace.

After he had ran almost all over campus, he deserved a break.  He earned it.  He earned it.