My name is John Watson. I am a single father and I'm the band director. My band is the Purple Otters and we came in second at our state competition.

We are only a high school band but we are feared by other schools. We have a reputation to up hold and I can't do it now that my staff walked out on me. "Guys please you can't just leave me," I pleaded.

"I'm sorry John," said the drum line instructor.

"We're not going to take this crap anymore," said the color guard instructor as she packed her flags.

"You're not hurting me! You're hurting the kids! What about Hamish? It's his first year this year and he's been dying to work with you!" I begged, "What about the seniors? You can't just leave them after all these years!"

But they didn't say anything. They just got their things and left. The doors closed behind them and I was left alone in the band room.