Not A White BoyChapter 1
Gertrude paused anxiously outside the Band Room. She could hear the piece Mr. Aversano was playing for them, and the jazz violin was real good, much better than her. 'Better to go in and face it.' She opened the door clumsily and nearly dropped the music folder in that hand. Looking carefully at the arrangement, she saw an empty chair and stand near the drums and piano. It was on the far side, giving everyone a chance to look over the new, and only, girl. She was not really a girl anymore....