“What.. is.. this?!” she said, her voice shaking with anger. Her eyebrows furrowed as she whipped around to glare at the other band members. She shook her fist at them, double reed in hand. The reed looked like someone had stepped on it; it was cracked and misshapen, the threads and wires askew. “WHO DID THIS ?”

Someone timidly raised their hand. “It w-was an accident,” they squeaked. “I was just p-playing with it..”

“Oh, yeah? Well, I’ll be sure to make this look like an accident, then, too.”

One of the other double-reed players shook his head. “You should know by now. Never, ever mess with a double reed player’s reed.”