Levi

Brett went to find Levi, who of course was hanging out in the band room. He had out his guitar and seemed perfectly able to to ignore the three flautists in another corner, shrilly practicing their solo performance. Levi was totally engrossed in his music, head bent and shaggy hair obscuring his eyes.

"Dude, what are you playing?" Brett asked. Levi looked up, startled. Brett laughed. "You're so spacey, bro. I've been standing here, like, five minutes."

"Sorry," Levi placed his guitar back in the case and stacked it carefully in the back with the rest of the instruments. "Cliffs of Dover. Just kind of needed some music time. What's up?"

"A couple of the guys and I were thinking you could open the gym for us." Brett grinned.

"Again? Isn't this like the third time this week?" Levi made a huge sigh, pretending to be upset about it, but Brett knew his buddy was pleased to be asked for help.

"We've got to get in extra practice for Friday's game," Brett held up his hands. "We've been a little rusty on the last couple plays."

"You play basketball in the gym."

"Haven't you ever heard about that one dude that took ballet so that it could make him faster in football?" Brett threw his arm over Levi's shoulders as they left the squeaky flutes behind.

"Why don't you guys do ballet then?" Levi laughed.

Out in the hall Luke, Sam, Taylor, and two other guys that Levi didn't recognize were waiting. "Hey guys,"

Luke and Taylor were arguing about who got Andrew Luck for their fantasy football teams. "Dude, you got screwed on the draw. It happens, I got him fair and square." Luke crossed his arms.

"Payton Manning and Eli Manning are already taken by the red heads," Taylor listed on his fingers. "Brett's got Tom Brady is taken, Drew Breeze is taken. All I got left is Tony Romo. Switch me and I'll give you DeSean Jackson."

"What's up Levi?" Sam greeted him. He nodded to the two new guys, while Luke and Taylor continued arguing. "This is Camdon and Zhang from the game last week. They're hanging with us today."

Zhang smiled in greeting, but Camdon only bared his teeth. "So this is the guy? Let's get going," He said.

Brett had been feeling uneasy over Sam's friends... mostly Camdon. But Sam always tried to keep in touch with players from the other teams, and Zhang was pretty cool. Camdon just got on Brett's nerves with his gruff attitude and the weird way he stared at everyone like he wanted to murder them.

"No way," Luke wasn't budging. "Luck is mine. Better luck next season."

"Let's get going," Brett said, leading the way towards the gym. The older guys continued arguing as they wandered down the hall.