The very first class of our first day of high school was band. Kirstin sat down in the tenor saxophone section and looked at the other tenor sax players: me, and two other dudes. She raised her hand and announced she was switching to baritone.

Flash forward three years, and we ended up in marching band together. Kirstin was my section leader. It turned out that we got along well as long as she was in charge. Twenty-two years later, we still do.