the situation was really bad, and i mean really bad. the flutes on the band bus had assembled their instruments and started playing irritating high pitched squeals, while the trombones had somehow managed to get theirs put together and were pretending they were motorcycles! our conductor was on the other bus with our parents, leaving us with the bus driver, but he had airpods in and couldn’t hear us at all. “this can’t get worse can it?” i muttered under my breath. jasmine, my friend next to me smiled. “sure it can! just give me a few minutes!” she quickly put together her clarinet and started quaking like a duck, putting her whole mouth on the entire reed, squeaking like a maniac. i shook my head. “please let us get to the concert soon,” i prayed desperately. summer | three minutes | " this can’t get worse can it? " " sure, just give me a few minutes " | total wc : 137
