Inside there was chaos. Kids yelling, goofing off, playing their instruments loudly and tunelessly or just staring off into space. Who was in charge? Apparently no one. Just when she was prepared to beg and plead for a chance to play with them. She had an audition piece ready. But who wanted to hear it? The Italian prince was not there. If he really was a prince. That could just be a rumor along with everything else she’d heard about him. Yes, he looked like a prince, but maybe that’s how all Italian guys looked. How would she know? Maybe he was still looking for the band room. She hadn’t seen him since lunch when he’d walked away from her table without even a glance at her. Not that it bothered her. She barely even thought about it at all. She took a deep breath and walked into the music room. Nothing happened. No one noticed. Except for Scott from math class, who was standing in the comer next to a bass. He waved to her. She smiled and looked around to see if she knew anyone else.
