The Tuba Player's Missing Mouthpiece
Twenty minutes before the school parade, Gabe opened his tuba case and froze. The mouthpiece was gone. Without it, his huge golden tuba could not make a single note.
"Don't panic," said Ms. Okafor, the band director. "Think. When did you last have it?"
Gabe thought hard. After yesterday's practice, he had wiped the mouthpiece with a cloth. Then he had been talking to his friend Tess about her new flute. He remembered putting something into his jacket pocket, but he had worn a different jacket this morning.
He raced to the coat closet and found his gray jacket hanging in the back. He checked the right pocket and found nothing. In the left pocket, his fingers closed around something cool and round. It was the mouthpiece, wrapped in the soft cloth.
He ran back to the band room with two minutes to spare. Ms. Okafor gave him a thumbs-up.
When the parade began, Gabe marched near the front, and his deep, rumbling notes made the crowd cheer. After that day, he taped a small label inside his case that read, "Mouthpiece goes HERE."