@pseudoschizo liked for a starter! {x}
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Why did he get roped into this?
Zane Misota was not built for manual labor. But somehow, he was the one in charge of putting the brass instruments away. (To be fair, the brass kids were helping clean up the auditorium from the previous night’s concert that the entire band was supposed to do but didn’t, and they did promise to give Zane fifteen bucks for putting their instruments away while they dealt with bleachers.)
He had just placed a tuba case into its shelf when he spotted an unfamiliar face walking into the band room. Brow was drawn low in curiosity, despite his anxiety forcing him back. Zane knew just about everyone in band. He used to play trombone (it was how the brass kids convinced him to do this job), and he had been tech at all band concerts after leaving. He knew faces, but this was someone he didn’t know.
“Are - um - you looking for someone?”
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