"Azuma-san," Gabrielle said, hoping she had the suffix right. "Beverly said you would know where the microphone is."
"Can't tell you, I'm afraid," Mika replied in somewhat perfect English. "Don't tell me it's lost again."
"Evan's looking for it to use for his performance thing. French horn piece, I think, although I don't know why he even needs a microphone for an entire musical piece that involves a loud instrument such as a French horn, which, by the way, is the most annoying instrument that has ever been made past or present and I would be so much happier if they just took every single French horn in the entire world, crushed them together with one of those car crunching things, melted them into a ball and dumped them into the Hoover Dam where the fish can eat them up or they could just rot."
"Gabby, you're getting way too worked up over something as lousy as a French horn. How in the world do you hate something like that?"
"I have a brother who plays it, although his playing sounds