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The bass player from The Unitards played football and was never seen without at least one doting cheerleader by his side. The Unitards planned to steal the bass player from The Paper Kutz so if Bugatti could get on the football player’s good side, she’d have a chance to recruit him.

“You’re quite interested in extracurriculars this year.” The school secretary, a lowkey forensic pathologist noted as Bugatti secured her position as equipment manager for the football team.

“I need a ton of creadits to get into college.” Bugatti laughed and Gogled what an equipment manager was and found out that not only was she dedicating her lunch breaks to secure a drummer, she was now giving up after school time to get the bass player.

‘Lunch?’ Andy’s note on her desk read.

Shootsbruh. She did not have time for Andy. She was spending too much time making a band that she wouldn’t even be in.

“Can’t. Busy.” She said with great annoyance.

At lunch she found 20 saxophones with filled spit valves awaiting her as Chris quietly paradiddled in the corner of the music room.

“So this is where you’ve been.” Andy said from the doorway.

“No!” She yelled for some reason.

“My bad, I thought you were somebody else.” Andy shrugged and left the room.

Bugatti laughed, she was wearing one of her Hot Topic shirts from a time when life was so much simpler. She was also wearing a crescent moon shaped necklace that had special powers from a red crystal in the center. The power was that it could get rid of Andy and it was working well.

Notes

(◕‿◕✿) c u next week