Excerpt
His New Jam
Sydney shoved another spoonful of cereal into her mouth and stared at the calendar. Two weeks. That’s all she had left to suffer through until marching band was over for the year. Two weeks of practice and drills and football games. Then she could pack up the f*****g cymbals until next summer.
Her older sister, Trisha, came into the kitchen still in her robe. “Aren’t you going to be late?”
“Whatever.” Sydney slurped at her milk to prevent Trish from nagging again. They were both well aware she needed the scholarship the marching band gave her for school. It didn’t mean Syd had to like it.
“I don’t see what’s so bad about band. You get to play the instrument you love. The music’s not all bad. So the uniforms are a little dorky, but you look good on the field.” Trish
