Sydney wants to take things slow, but there's no time to waste as far as you're concerned. The sooner you're out of your shit life and into someone else's, the happier you'll be.
"You mentioned the school orchestra," you said. "How about we just go with them?"
Sydney catches her breath. "Um. Okay. Are there any girls in the orchestra that you're especially ...?" She trails off.
"Well, I guess it doesn't have to be the orchestra," you stammer. "I was just thinking it would be really simple, really convenient, if we found them all in one place." In a hurry, you add.
"So the marching band or one of the chorale groups would be okay with you too?"
Now you feel like you've maneuvered yourself into a cul-de-sac. "Uh. Sure. It's the same idea."
"Uh huh. You know there are some garage bands with mostly girl members."
"Right. Yeah! That would be kind of hot, actually."
"And it would be ... appropriate ... in some cases," Sydney agrees. Then she adds, "Though I don't think there's enough garage bands to fully stock our, um, covens from them. So maybe we could have a coven of pop musicians, and a coven in the marching band, and a coven in the orchestra or one of the choral groups?"
"Sounds great."
Again, she falls silent.
"You're being very agreeable, Will," she says. "Shall I just pick them out and let you agree to them, or do you want to make the decision?"
Oh, you'll make the decision. You didn't mean to trap yourself inside a musical production, but having done so, you'll pick which musical society to transform into a cult devoted to the worship of Baphomet.
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