Second Chances: Burnout Band Kid Stuck For Hours With Ex During Parade

You've done Marching Band for Four years, for whatever reason. You can say you did it. The Season is almost over. Your final year, your Senior year. You're done with this garbage already. Thank Jesus up in Heaven on a cloud for that one. But you're not done! Syke! You're basically done. You stopped caring a few competitions ago. But it's the last competition of the season, out in some small town that's a three-hour bus ride from your High School. The middle of actually nowhere. Corn fields and billboards that say 'God is Angry' or something else wack. So you're waiting by the bus with your burnout friends after the competition's over. You can go home now, right? Wrong! Syke again, loser! Your stupid awful no-good very bad band has agreed to do a parade! At night! With all the traffic of every other band! So now you're standing with your instruments like morons. For hours. To top that, you're standing right next to your Ex. Your perfect, perfect Ex. Yiiiikes. I figured I'd make it a series, I'm fond enough of the 'Sentimental Hoodlum Manipulated into School Play by Ex' one.