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The band room during first period was a quiet place. One could come down and not even know what class this large room could be used for. But when second period came around, everyone could tell that it was the band room. From the scales and loud blats from the trumpets and the kids walking around with reeds between their lips. 
Sal was typically there first period. Since he was a senior, he had already gone through most of his classes and had a couple free periods where he spent all that time in the band room. 
He sat in the senior chair in room opposite the band room, one of the large practice rooms where lessons happened. The bell for the next period rang, pulling Sal slowly out of his seat to get his section ready for that day.
Theresa followed in the crowd that walked down to the music department. She held her binder tight against her chest, tapping her fingers against the plastic material along to what she would have to be playing later. 
It was stand band season. It meant spending Friday nights out on the football field, playing in the bleachers to cheer on their home team. Thankfully, they didn't have to memorize the music until summer, but it was a busy season, as they also had to plan for the homecoming game, where they actually marched onto the field, played their one song and danced. All in just a few weeks. 
Theresa weaved her way into the band room, leading herself to the back of the room where the percussion section was located. She dropped her stuff on a chair and then paced the room, trying to figure out how she could help the freshman out by gathering their sticks together. 
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