"I'm not going to cry," Jenna scoffed to herself.
It was the band banquet, the last one she would ever attend, but she was not upset. The flute playing senior was sitting at a highly-decorated table with a group of her best friends from the past four years, having fun laughing at their director's pathetic jokes aimed at the seniors.
"Are you sure?" her boyfriend, an alto sax player, asked. He too, was a senior. "Because I think I might."
She laughed and hugged him. "Well that's okay. You can cry into my shoulder, sweetie."
"We can all cry together!" Casey, a guard senior, said.
And when the seniors were called up to stand against the podium, they did cry.