Dropping his briefcase on the
front desk, he stretched his shoulders and admired the room that so many
otherwise condemned. “Good morning, everyone!” he called over the jumble of
noise. Within moments, lips were sealed, instruments were silenced, and all
eyes were focused on Sam.
“You guys are getting pretty good at that,” he
complimented, smirking. “Our spring concert is quickly approaching so I’d like
to spend the majority of this period working on our—”
A hand shot up from the back row. “Mr. Jacobson?”
“Yes, Darryl?” he answered patiently.
“Is it bad if you drop a pencil into a tuba?”
Sam attempted to speak over the giggles that sprinkled the air. “Worse things have happened.”
A hand shot up from the back row. “Mr. Jacobson?”
“Yes, Darryl?” he answered patiently.
“Is it bad if you drop a pencil into a tuba?”
Sam attempted to speak over the giggles that sprinkled the air. “Worse things have happened.”
Wishing you all a safe and happy holiday! Cheers! :)
Scene feels very real.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Cara! That's the best compliment you could give me. :)
DeleteNo worse then getting a pencil stuck in a cast. ;)
ReplyDeleteCute scene.
True that! ;) Thank you, Laurie! And Merry Christmas!
DeleteA very real scene. I can just picture this scene happening at my son's school! Happy Holidays!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Siren, and same to you! :)
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