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A saxophone player named Benny wants to play first chair in the band to prove to his parents that he is a fantastic musician, but the band director would never pick him because he secretly hates Benny.


 * __Benny and the Saxophone__**

“Benny! Quit making such a racket with that saxophone!” his mom called from the bottom of the stairs. Typical morning. Benny grabbed his math textbook and English binder and crammed them into his backpack, today was the day. Benny took a deep breath looking back at the music stand set up in his room; the light from the window only seemed to shine on the paper. No, that’s just his mind playing tricks on him. He shook his head trying to escape the epic moment his mind was creating. And with his saxophone in one hand and backpack swung around his left shoulder, Benny was out the door. “You’ll do fine Benny, take it easy,” said Sam on the bus on the way to school. Sam was Benny’s friend who played first chair tuba. “But you know that Mr. Davidson hates me, and if I don’t get that first chair in band class, my parents will kill me!” Benny interjected. “Not true. They wouldn’t kill you,” said Sam. “But still. I hate how dad is this major music hot shot with his band and his own son can’t even play. I need to prove that I’m halfway decent.” Sam glanced at Benny, taking a deep breath. “Whatever man, it’s just band class, not like your life depends on it. Remember that.” Two hours and thirty-seven minutes later, Benny was sitting in math class as Mr. Jones rambled on about the parameters of the function. Not that Benny was paying the slightest ounce of attention to him. No, Benny’s mind was wondering back to the audition he had in only eighteen, no seventeen minutes. Pencil tapping, heart pumping Benny thought about his dad. He was the lead trumpet player in the citywide band “The Groovin’ Guys”. It only makes sense that his son would be a proficient musician as well. Right? “Getting all those solos in Davidson’s class right Benny boy?” his dad only asked him last week. “Of course!” Benny lied. “Good son.” His father said with an odd look on his face. That was then, but today he would prove himself to be worth that solo in Davidson’s class. It wouldn’t be easy though. Not with Mr. Davidson being the judge of who got the solo in the lead song for the winter concert. Ever since day one of freshman year, Benny got the vibe from Mr. Davidson that he wanted to ruin him. It wasn’t the fact that Mr. Davidson wore black corduroy pants and a sea sick green blazer every day that made Benny’s stomach churn. It was the repulsive, malicious grin Davidson always had on his face when he spoke to Benny. “Mr. Davidson, I would like to audition for the solo for the winter concert.” Benny stated as he entered Davidson’s cramped, messy office. Davidson’s chair was faced the other direction, and the sound of Benny’s voice, Davidson swiveled the chair facing Benny. “Hello young man,” Mr. Davidson said with the corners of his mouth curling upward into his doom smile, “the solo eh? You think you can handle such a difficult piece Benny boy?” “Yes sir, I do.” Benny stated with confidence. “Fine, let’s hear it then.” Mr. Davidson responded. Benny played the solo flawlessly. As Benny took the saxophone out of his mouth and drew a deep breath, he noticed a picture behind Davidson’s desk. In big bold print it said “The Groovin’ Guys” and in the picture Davidson stood with his arm around Benny’s father and the other band members. Noticing Benny’s diverted attention; Davidson suddenly realized what Benny was staring at. “You were a Groovin’ Guy?” the question slipped right between Benny’s lips. In that same moment Davidson lunged across his desk grabbing at the collar of Benny’s shirt. “Listen here Benny boy, and listen good. The Groovin’ Guys was MY band. MINE. Not your fathers!” Davidson’s face had turned bloodshot red with anger at this point. “Out, get out of my office Benny boy. Now.” Davidson yelled, suddenly dropping the collar of Benny’s shirt. Without another word, Benny scrambled to grab his saxophone and run out Davidson’s office and down that band hallway for the last time