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I was on my way to the band room to butt against a few of my friends. I was dressed in my violent McKinley High marching band sweatshirt and a plain pair of jeans. As soon as I walked in, I noticed my Spanish teacher, Mr. Schuester talking to my band teacher, Mr. toffelmeir.Mr. Schue wore a smile and Toff wore that grumpy face. They were polar opposites, so I was kind of curious to see why they were talking. Mr. Schue said, I was wondering if you had anyone that would be willing to join our glee Club as a musician. We have almost everything covered, but we do need a mallet extender and someone that can play a bunch of cool auxiliary.Toff looked around and his look stop on me. He pointed.Mr. Schue grinned at me. Myranda Perfect Well be meeting right away at lunch. give thanks you, Mark.Then, he hurried kayoed of the room. I blinked. What vertical happened?Toff laughed flatly. You just joined Glee Club. I frowned. But, Toff... I sighed.He started to walk away. He said, Ill be able to put on your garner of recommendation that you were willing to serve up me at any given vista and you were so willing to try new things. I stopped myself from groaning out loud. He got me there. Im sure he didnt want to socialize with Mr. Schue, so he bribed me with that comment. After complaining about what Toff made me join, I went to class. I had AP Literature alone. Im glad I did, because it was easier to pay assistance that way. At least(prenominal) when the head cheerleader didnt walk by me, it was easy. She always tends to distract me with that short red skirt of hers. But, hey its not my fault that the color red attracts more attention because it is such an intense color. Its even said that red quickens heartbeats. So, it doesnt entirely help that she wea... ...ion to what Rachel was saying. My eyes were stuck in a trap and so was my mind. Why was she double-dyed(a) into my eyes?Myranda? Rachel repeated and almost looked behind her to see what she was missing , but I cleared my throat.Sure, Rachel. What do you need? I asked, saving myself.Email oral communication and cell phone number would be great. She smiled as she pulled a notebook computer and a pen out of her bag. She handed it to me and it took me a moment to repute my phone number because all I could think about were Quinns eyes and the intense the gaze had been. My heart was thumping. I took a deep snorkel and then handed the information over to Rachel. She beamed, It was great to meet you, Myranda. Thank you very much. After the confrontation with the co-captain, who I decided I liked, I drifted back towards the band. Derik smiled at me widely. What do you think of Rachel?