Bab 17: Chapter 17

Great. Just perfect. Marcus feels a lump growing in his throat as his whole body heats up a few uncomfortable degrees.

“Oh. Ah…thanks. Thanks, man.” Marcus gives a small wave before hurrying out of the locker room, walking quickly down the hall and sliding into the band room. He feels a little lightheaded as he scans the room until he spots Blair by the door, talking to a couple of the woodwind players.

Blair smiles and waves him over, but Marcus shakes his head, wrapping his arms around his middle. “Sorry Blair, I just…I need a minute, okay?”

“Of course,” Blair says with a comforting smile, “go ahead and use the office. Take your time.”

Marcus smiles back at her gratefully, heading towards the band director’s office where he can take a few minutes to collect himself, do his breathing exercises, and hopefully stave off his oncoming panic attack.

“Shit, B, what’s wrong with him? He looks like hell.”