But when Sierra discovers Levi no longer plays the drums, his family has moved into a trailer, and he's traded in his Range Rover for a baby blue moped, Sierra's not sure if she can go through with violating his privacy. She'll have to find the courage to ask him straight out-if he's willing to let her in-and explore other ways to seduce the school's band geek.
"How she got first chair is beyond me. She has no embouchure."
"And she needs desperate help with her fingering."
"Yeah, and Ms. Hamilton wants her to take Levi 'under her wing.' Seriously, I can teach him better fingering than she can. And I'm a sax player."
"Flutists get special treatment. It's a bunch of crap."
Wait, back it up. They said Levi somewhere in there. My eyes flick up to the three saxophonists, or whatever they're called. One of the girls is looking straight across the half circle of band players. I follow her gaze to the flutists, and right there in front, is Levi pulling out this teeny tiny stick from the small case he's been carrying around all day.
Is that an instrument? It's like the size of my forearm. Maybe not even that.
What happened to his drums?
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