Few call me brave, but none call me foolhardy. Today, I have been both.
I was sitting across from Humphrey and between two of his fellow clarinetists in the middle school cafeteria on the second-to-last day of school before summer vacation. The conversation took a boring turn, when Hwan asked if anyone had noticed the loud squeak he'd made in the final movement of Armenian Dances during the band concert last night.
"My reed split!" he said. Nolan and Humphrey chuckled and shook their heads sympathetically, then launched into tales of "funny" band moments of their own.
I'm not in band, so I had nothing to say. Who listens to a conversation when there is no chance of jumping into it? Nobody.
I pushed the peas around my lunch tray and considered my options. Could I shoot a pea into Hump's mouth, right across the table from me?