If I even turned my head an inch, he was in my line of vision. This was only one of the reasons I loved band class. The clarinets sat across from the saxophones so I could easily glimpse at him when I needed to. AH the boy who played the saxophone was my favorite. He always laughed, I'd only seen him sad once and I almost couldn't bare not crying myself. I couldn't imagine my life without the boy, with his blue-green eyes, blond curls, and scraggly build. The twinkle in his eyes when he laughed, his deep dimples when he smiled, and the brown rope belt he wore even though hiss pants were still constantly falling down. But this boy that sits across from my in band, who plays the saxophone with the angel face, who lightens my day when he doesn't even know it, he probably doesn't even know my name.