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her red hair.
    Waiting for the catcalls and applause to die down, Molly addressed the entire marching band, “Well, ladies and gentleman, it seems that we need to enlist your help.”
    Lucy picked up the dialogue, “See, in case you didn’t realize it, every year there’s ‘The Guy’ in the drumline. They come from a prestigious pedigree – Cameron, Brad, and Jerm. He’s The Guy, usually a senior, that everyone falls in love with and crushes on. Now, this is where you come in. As we’re in the same section and just a little too close to the action, we’re going to have each of our senior guys up, ask them a few questions and then have you vote by applause.”
    From their seats in the audience, the senior (male) drummers looked completely shocked. Lucy and Molly had been working on this project all summer and hadn’t given their section mates a clue about what was coming.
    Molly extended her hand gracefully, “James, if you would like to join us?”
    James was a good sport and joined his fellow seniors on stage.
    Molly asked, “The first question, which we’ll be asking each of the contestants, could you please describe your perfect date?”
    From there, the skit moved forward and Lucy and Molly switched it up, asking the guys humorous and romantic questions as if it was some weird version of Blind Date meets American Idol. The girls agreed to save the best for last. Lucy addressed the crowd, who was now totally getting into the skit, “Last, but certainly not least, is my good friend and quint Lieutenant, Tom Finnegan!”
    Tom strutted on stage in his khaki cargo shorts, random t-shirt with the phrase “Norway Jose” and a visor – a typical drummer ensemble for band camp.
    Lucy asked, “You know the question, Tom, what would you do on your perfect date?”
    Tom grabbed the mic and began speaking suavely, “I’d surprise my lovely date, with her favorite flowers of course, then we would get in a limo that would take us to a private jet and head for New York City to take in a Broadway show. I’d have her home by curfew and no date is complete without a kiss!”
    Channeling some sort of melodramatic awards ceremony moment, Tom swept Lucy up into a melodramatic kiss onstage, complete with a dramatic dip. The band went wild. Lucy, who had never actually kissed Tom, played along for the crowd and kissed him right back. He was no Sam, but it was still fun to be the center of attention like this. The rest of the drumline seniors were too shocked to do much of anything besides laugh, cheer, and take pictures. Breathlessly, Lucy told the crowd, “If we can now begin the voting process. Remember, please cheer loudly for who you think is the next ‘Guy.’”
    It was no surprise when Tom was easily voted the “Guy” of the Line. Bronwyn walked over and presented Tom with his sash and crown, which he immediately put on and took a celebratory strut around the stage.
    Molly ended the memorable skit by saying, “And don’t forget, next year you have to decide between Mark, Lance, or our newest recruit, J.D.!”
    Lucy, Molly, the male seniors, and Bronwyn all were in hysterics as they walked off the stage.
    Billy smiled and said, “I totally did not see that coming.”
    Lucy punched Tom lightly on the shoulder, who responded innocently, “What was that for?”
    “I’m sure you know I’m dating someone.”
    Tom grinned and replied, “Hey – it worked, didn’t it?”
    Ewan nudged his friend, “I totally wish I had thought of that!”
    Nathan asked, “Is there something Sam should know about?”
    Lucy rolled her eyes and said honestly, “Me? Tom? C’mon, that was just for fun! It was like kissing my brother.”
     
    The second to last night of band camp was Senior Night and tradition dictated that the members of the graduating class arrive to the festivities in togas. Lucy was smiling as she got dressed, remembering all the former upperclassmen that had come before her. She, Mandy, and Gina had searched