&ldquo;I can't believe you're so calm, Michelle.&rdquo; said Willow approvingly, &ldquo;I was so nervous during my uniform fitting that I could barely stand up straight.&rdquo;<br />
Michelle looked herself up and down in the dormitory mirror. Her shiny white marching band boots came up to just short of her knees, rubbing awkwardly against bare skin as she walked back from the fitting room. She'd been given an oversized peak hat, complete with a feather on top, the brow of it sitting awkwardly atop th