( the pencil in his hand snapped in half, and he flicked the splintered pieces across the desk. )
𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.
( he quickly rose from the seat, towering over the desk. )
you think you can just come in here, and tell me what i can, and can’t, do?
( sweat band around his forehead and trumpet in hand, griffin takes a seat in the leather seat opposite of the principal. )
i can’t—i’m vanderbilt’s drum major, sir. i can’t get detention. . i lead the entire band!
( raising his voice, waving his free hand. )