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<h3>The Sky Is Everywhere</h3>
<p><span style="color: #a5a5a5;"><i>Jandy Nelson</i></span></p>

<p>She opens her case, starts putting together her instrument. "Joe studied at
a conservatory in <i>Fronce</i>. Did he tell you?" Of course she doesn't say
<i>France</i> so it rhymes with dance like a normal English-speaking human
being. I can feel Sarah bristling beside me. She has zero tolerance for
Rachel ever since she got first chair over me, but Sarah doesn‘t know what
really happened — no one does.</p>

<p>Rachel's tightening the ligature on her mouthpiece like she's trying to
asphyxiate her clarinet. "Joe was a <i>fabulous</i> second in your absence." she
says, drawing out the word <i>fabulous</i> from here to the Eiffel Tower.</p>

<p>I don't fire-breathe at her: "Glad everything worked out for you, Rachel."
I don't say a word, just wish I could curl into a ball and roll away. Sarah, on
the other hand, looks like she wishes there were a battle-ax handy.</p>

<p>The room has become a clamor of random notes and scales. "Finish up
tuning, I want to start at the bell today," Mr. James calls from the piano.
"And take out your pencils. l’ve made some changes to the arrangement."</p>