I absolutely hated Wednesdays. The section leader says it's the day we need to solve our problems as a section and perfect our parts; I say this is his chance to scream in our faces and declare his ownership of the solos before the rest of us know they exist. The others say that he is the way he is only because his mortal enemy joined “his” section this year. I don't know who or what to believe. All the information hit me in the face the day after I was notified of the sudden opening to join the group._____________________________________________________________________________________________________ I had auditioned like all the other new members did every year and played all twelve major scales, two octaves and the sight-read music that would be performed later by everyone who made the cut. A week later, when the list of members of this year's group was released, the list implied that I had failed the audition. Naturally I demanded to know exactly why I hadn't stopped by and I didn't like what I heard. The director himself told me that I was one of the best up-and-coming members who auditioned; however, he had to reduce the section to fifteen to compensate for the decreasing number of returning members. I smiled and nodded as I had been taught to do for so many years and simply continued with the next five weeks of my life as if nothing had happened. Then, I got a call that a spot had opened up in the section when one of the members resigned and was asked to join because I was on the waiting list. I agreed to participate and the lady on the other end of the line told me when the next test would be. Then I encountered the section for the first time. I was looked at with curiosity by the instrumentalists who hung out with each other from the first... middle of paper......sounds?""Tenor sax. I'm part of a section too, so if you see a saxophonist with a bigger instrument than the others you know why. I nodded and started playing the song. I needed to be as familiar with Changmin to please my section. “Who are you and why are you in Changmin's place?” I looked up at the almost perfect looking boy who he stared at me. I wondered if all the members had to look like models to get in. “Jaejoong, this is Ryeowook. He's Changmin's replacement,” Heechul explained. He glared at the other flutist and walked to his place in the center row I felt like I meant nothing to the section, like my presence did nothing to make up for their loss. “Don't worry about him. He hates me, so he acts like this every time I'm around If you talk to him in person he will be much nicer.