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By Ken Ebright
02/10/13
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There was stillness in the theater except for the rumbling from the air conditioner. Along with the chairs was a six-foot figurine shaped like a musical note that sat in the back row.

Byron, the choir director, and Earl, the orchestra director, stood in silence checking out the stage.

Byron stood with his arms folded. "Earl, I'm really excited about tomorrow night. It's been fun to work with you."

Earl's eyes scanned across the stage. "It'll be the first time in the history of Johnson High School that the orchestra and the choir did a combined concert."

Byron scratched his head. "Once you move your drums and bells over, we'll be set. I had Warren create a huge note. What do you think of it?"

Earl giggled. "It's a nice touch, but no one will see it when I put the kettle drums in front of it."

Byron rolled his eyes. "Can't you move the drums to the other side?"

A vein throbbed on Earl's forehead. "No, they have to be on the left side, besides if you asked me about the figurine in the first place, I would have told you that you're wasting your time."

Byron's face turned red. "Wasting my time huh? I think it adds to the set."

Earl smirked. "No one will see it. Get rid of it!"

Byron's cheeks tightened as he got within spitting distance of Earl. "It stays!"

Warren walked onto the stage. "What's going on?"

"Earl doesn't like the figurine you created for me."

"Byron is being an idiot."

Warren stepped in between the two men. "Both of you stop! You should be ashamed of yourselves. You're both professionals you're acting like two-year-old kids. There's an easy answer to the problem. If you would have inspected the figurine, you would have discovered that it‘s made of foam. It's lightweight enough so that we can hang it with a couple of wires."

"Byron, I wish you would have discussed this with me."

Byron rolled his eyes. "I don't understand, what's the big deal?"

"That's not an answer." Earl paused then let out a deep breath. "Okay, okay we both acted like little kids.”

Byron shook his head. "I should've told you about the note. I was foolish to think it wasn't a big deal. I'm sorry."

Earl extended his hand. "Sometimes, I tend to overreact."

Byron shook Earl's hand. "It happens to all of us."

Warren grinned, "I think both of you owe me dinner. After all, I was the hero."

Byron shook his head. "It's entirely my fault; I will pay for your dinner."

"Byron, I was the one who was childish. Warren, dinner on me."

"No, no, no, Earl, I'm paying for Warren's dinner."

Warren rolled his eyes. "Both of you stop it. How about each of you split the cost?"

"Warren, you did it again. I'm willing to pay half if Byron is."

Byron patted Earl on his back. "It's a deal."

Warren beamed. "Cool, I get a free dinner because of your fight."

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