บท 9: Small surprise

When I'd finished massaging their hand, they brought their hands over my eyes. I tensed a little at the cold touch, but soon relaxed when I could hear the familiar silence that consumed us earlier that morning. The practice room had movement in it unlike before. The movement was quiet and energetic. The room was cold, so I couldn't tell if the pianist had removed it's thin hands or not. I slowly opened my eyes, and began to see a small animal, a small puppy. It sat at my feet wagging it's tail carefully, as to not hit the floor with it. The small pup was almost all black except for a white diamond on its chest and deep blue eyes. I looked around the small room for the pianist, but to no avail. The only thing left of it's presence was the broken case's. Out of curiosity I looked at the cases to see if any of them had serial numbers on them. This way at least the poor instruments he had consumed had some sort of name. I found one with a number I recognized, and quickly pulled out my phone. I groaned in pain and sorrow as the serial number was the number of my mellophone I had left over the summer. I sighed at the sight of the crushed case, and thought about my irresponsibility for a moment. Had I taken it home it would have been saved. I realized that someone was practicing in another practice room. I left quickly after realizing the time. It was about half an hour before practice was to start. I rushed to the instrument storage room to see if I could at least find my French horn. Little did I know the little pup from earlier was running after me. And all the DIs and section leaders were staring at me with disbelief. I'm not one to break the rules, so they gave me the benefit of the doubt. They assumed he was a service dog in training. When in reality I had no clue he was energetically following me.