couldnât tell if Todd was glad or sorry to see him in one piece.
âI figured youâd find a way,â said Del.
âWere you scared?â asked Nicole.
âToo busy.â He remembered what he had said to the flight attendant Saturday night. âAfterward scared spitless.â
Nicole honked, and Jesse clapped both fat hands. Even Todd grinned. A couple of the drama kids had wandered over to the band table, and even one of the football players, who said, âDude, that was running for daylight.â He had seen highlights of the race on ESPN.
âI had a great spotter.â When he noticed the blanklook on Nicoleâs face, he said, âSpotterâs up on the grandstand roof, sees everything. Tells you on the radio whoâs coming up on you, whatâs ahead, when youâre clear. She talked me through the wreck.â
âShe?â said Nicole.
âRed Hoytâs granddaughter,â said Kyle, nodding at Del, the only one who would know or care. âIt was amazing.â He couldnât stop himself. âWe were dialed in. Her voice to my hands on the wheel.â
âSaw that film,â said Jesse. âHolly Hunter and William Hurt in Broadcast News . She fed him information while he was on air. He said it was just like sex.â
Jesse clapped for himself, but Nicole didnât honk. She doesnât like that, Kyle thought. I do.
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Mr. G was energized, waving a sheet of paper overhead like a banner. âIâve got mineâdo you have yours?â
Kyle looked at Del, who whispered, âNames for the quintet.â
This isnât going to work out, thought Kyle. I totally forgot. Didnât think about it at all.
Naturally Mr. G called on him first. âYou must have had time to think up names while you were driving around in circles.â
Nicole said, âWe did it together.â She held a sheet of paper out to Kyle. âYou want to read them?â
âNo, you go ahead.â
Jesse clapped his thumb and forefinger. Todd glared.
âCouple of obvious ones,â said Nicole. Her hair was pulled back, making her little round face seem bigger. âThe Goshen Brass, the Class Brass, Horn Dogsââ
âHold it.â Mr. G rapped his baton on a music stand. âKyle wasnât involved, was he?â When she looked down, he said, âWe have a problem here, people, and we need to address it.â
âAnd mail it,â said Jesse.
âMaybe youâre the one with the problem,â said Nicole.
âOh?â Mr. G arched an eyebrow. âA little brass warfare?â
âYou just want control,â she said. Her dark eyes looked fierce to Kyle. She was fighting for him. He felt thrilled and a little scared. For her.
âSo itâs brass therapy,â said Mr. G. His smile was fake.
âKyle is here,â she said. âHe comes to practice. He missed one weekend event and one practice because his family needed him. Whatâs the big deal?â
The smile was gone. âAnyone else?â
Kyle checked them out from a corner of one eye. Del was chewing on his lip, not good for a trombone player, and Jesse was jiggling his tuba between big thighs. Todd was tilted back in his chair, smirking atthe window. Nicole was staring back at Mr. G.
âMaybe Iâm not finished yet,â she said.
âIs Kyle finished? Thatâs the question. Is he part of the quintet or not?â Mr. G looked at Kyle. âWe need to know if we can depend on you. Can we?â
He felt close to telling Mr. G to sit on his baton, then standing up and walking out. Itâs what Kris would do. Itâs what Kris did in the ninth grade when the baseball coach wanted him to choose between being a starting pitcher and racing. Heâd already quit football. Why am I comparing myself to Kris?
Besides, Nicole had fought too hard to let her down like that. âIâll do the best I
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