Crammed to the ceiling with high school hormones, the band bus roared down the dark highways toward home. Students spilled into the aisles, no where to put their too large feet or rest their sleepy heads. The band director held out a hand for the student in the seat across the aisle, and she rested her head there. She slept that way for miles, the director never once betraying how tired that supporting arm must have grown.
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