[b]Noelle Webster[/b]
Noelle was one of the first ones into the band room. She’d finished her math worksheet early, as ever, and had left class the moment the bell rang. It wasn’t like she had many friends to talk to during passing period, so she quickly made her way to the band room with her awkwardly-sized clarinet box.

She absolutely /hated/ stand band, for the simple reason that she never got to play Chirpy, her a-flat piccolo clarinet and her ultimate favorite instrument. Though everyone else likely found the sound of it shrill and it did tend to tire her mouth out a lot, there was just something so… fun about it. And she almost never got to play it, except for concert season or for solo festival.

Anyway. She took a reed for both Chime, her e-flat, and Lyric, her b-flat, out of the box, tucking them into her mouth to moisten them. Kneeling in the corner of the room as she assembled her instruments, she had a good vantage point over the rest of the room, while still staying out of the way of the seniors – for all she could probably outplay them, they did have age and time in the band over her. She was just a ‘lil freshman, and she sensed the seniors wouldn’t quite let her forget that.

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[b]Liz Webster[/b]

Liz had to all but sprint to make it to band on time.

Damn that stupid overdue chemistry worksheet. It was the first one of the year, so it would hold a large impact on her grade in the class for a while... She hadn’t realized it was due today, and naturally, thinking she still had another couple days, hadn’t even looked at it. Well, a confrontation with Mrs. Anderson the grumpy old science teacher had left her hastily scribbling notes for three of the five minutes of passing period. Leaving her only two minutes to grab her clarinet from her locker, jam a reed into her mouth and then sprint to the other side of the school.

She made it, barely; she was somewhat panting as she slammed through the door a second before the bell. Then she looked around the room, eyes lighting on Tudor and Jacinta.

“Good morning, Jackie!” she exclaimed, somewhat skipping across the room to hug her best friend. She dimly realized that she’d broken up some kind of talk between Jackie and Tudor and flushed slightly. “Good morning to you too, Tudor.” She said, doing her best to be cheery and cover up the awkwardness.