Chapter 7
Lunch AND a Show!
Lily, Sierra, and I launch ourselves into the auditorium like we’re strolling the catwalk at Fashion Week. The seating area is darkened, but the stage is flooded with light, a collection of musicians from every grade and every skill level, their instruments draped around necks and over shoulders and in hands, drumsticks clutched in fists, as they listen to Mr. Malcolm, the band and rock school teacher.
Everyone likes Mr. Malcolm. He looks like my dad’s old friends. Dark hair reaching the middle of his back striped with gray, a matching goatee, black, worn-out Levi’s and a rock band T-shirt, his keys on a lanyard around his neck, phone in a leather case on his studded black leather belt. I can’t see which band shirt he’s got on today, but he’s spawned a fashio
