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I was on my way to the band room to depend a few of my friends. I was dressed in my red McKinley High marching band sweatshirt and a plain pair of jeans. As soon as I walked in, I noticed my Spanish teacher, Mr. Schuester talking to my band teacher, Mr. Toffelmeir.Mr. Schue wore a smile and Toff wore that grumpy face. They were polar opposites, so I was kind of peculiar(a) to see why they were talking. Mr. Schue said, I was wondering if you had anyone that would be willing to join our Glee Club as a musician. We have almost everything covered, but we do need a mallet player and someone that can play a bunch of cool auxiliary.Toff looked around and his eyes stopped on me. He pointed.Mr. Schue grinned at me. Myranda Perfect Well be meeting today at lunch. Thank you, Mark.Then, he hurried out of the room. I blinked. What unspoilt happened?Toff laughed flatly. You just joined Glee Club. I frowned. But, Toff... I sighed.He started to walk away. He said, Ill be able to put on your lette r of recommendation that you were willing to abet me at any given chance and you were so willing to try new things. I stopped myself from groaning out loud. He got me there. Im sure he didnt call for to socialize with Mr. Schue, so he bribed me with that comment. After complaining about what Toff made me join, I went to class. I had AP Literature alone. Im glad I did, because it was easier to pay prudence that way. At least when the head cheerleader didnt walk by me, it was easy. She always tends to distract me with that short red skirt of hers. But, hey its not my fault that the color red attracts more(prenominal) attention because it is such an intense color. Its even said that red quickens heartbeats. So, it doesnt entirely help that she wea... ...ion to what Rachel was saying. My eyes were stuck in a trap and so was my mind. Why was she utter(a) into my eyes?Myranda? Rachel repeated and almost looked behind her to see what she was missing, but I cleared my throat.Sure, Ra chel. What do you need? I asked, saving myself.Email address and cellphone phone derive would be great. She smiled as she pulled a notebook and a pen out of her bag. She handed it to me and it took me a moment to remember my phone number because all I could mobilise about were Quinns eyes and the intense the gaze had been. My heart was thumping. I took a deep breath and then handed the knowledge over to Rachel. She beamed, It was great to meet you, Myranda. Thank you very much. After the confrontation with the co-captain, who I decided I liked, I drifted back towards the band. Derik smiled at me widely. What do you think of Rachel?