I was at school, only all the rooms were dark and cold, like the small gym without any lights on. I was about to go to P.E, and Nicole I. was in the locker room with me. She reached into my locker and took out a gun, which I kept in there for self defense. Then she opened it and took out a colorful spinning thing, which was somehow crucial for the gun to work properly, and left. I held the gun gingerly and went after her, but when I got to the gym, everyone laughed at me and pulled out their own guns, which were a lot more advanced than mine. We watched a movie of our middle school years on a big screen at one end of the gym, and then it was time to go to our next class. I was walking with Freddie, carrying my clarinet, and we went to the theater, where Mr. N was waiting. Inside the building was different than it is in real life; instead of rows and rows of chairs, there were a lot of tall machines scattered throughout a large, flat room. The walls were smooth and concrete and the floor was dark blue carpet. Mr. N said he hoped we had been practicing since he last saw us in middle school, because he needed us to record some jazz songs for his band. He got out his trumpet and Freddie got her flute and I got my clarinet and we sat in grey plastic chairs in front of a computer screen in the dark room and played and recorded music. I was very nervous because I'd never seen the music before and for some reason kept messing up while I was sightreading it. Then halfway through the third song, my clarinet mouthpiece broke in half; the tip completely cracked off. I told them I could record anymore because my mouthpiece was broken, packed up, and went home. When I got there, my mother was changing the sheets on her bed. I held up a copy of the CD I had just recorded at school and said, "Oh, today I recorded some music with Jennifer and Mr. N, want to hear it?" She was in a very good mood and said, "Okay, definitely!" with a huge grin on her face. While I was putting on the CD, I said, "By the way, my mouthpiece broke in half today; we can still exchange it because of the 30-day exchange policy, right?" And she said that we could, and that the mouthpiece broke proved how bad the company that made it was, and even if it had been more than 30 days, we should be able to return it anyway. Then the music from the CD came on and it was very nice, but more rock than jazz. I could hear Freddie's flute, playing amazing, beautifully rich low notes, and there was a male voice singing. At first I thought there were background vocals, but then I realized it was Mr. N's trumpet.