Oboe and tenor horn melodies intertwined, enveloping the summer music classroom, which felt stifling even with the air conditioning on.
Then came the bassoon, followed by the double bass, then the trombone...
Near the window, someone's transparent water bottle vibrated with the precision of the instruments' tones. Minor waves rippled within, reflecting fragments of sunlight from outside.
Kiyono Lin raised her hand, signaling enough.
"Ah—" A long sigh erupted, and everyone set down their instruments and looked toward the sound.
Dubian Che, conspicuous in his frustration, wiped his reed as if he thought no one was capable.
A hint of admiration that had just begun to emerge was instantly smothered by anger, without waiting for their response.
"One, two, one, two, three, four."
As Kiyono Lin lowered her baton, the drums began their beat, followed by the main brass and woodwind melodies...
Just like yesterday.
