Thank you for giving my story a chance…this is my first one and I'm nervous. This story is kind of like a mix of Just Listen, Dreamland, Twilight and probably many others. Of Course it deals with marching band. This is my senior year…no more band Well I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING. okay

At First Sight

Love. By definition it is a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. I thought I felt that way once. But now, as I gaze down at my injuries, I know I never truly loved Jeremy. It was just a silly infatuation, a very painful one at that. Luckily, my bruises can't be seen under my marching band uniform, which is in the lovely combination of green and yellow. Can you get a worse color match? That's what I get for going to Audubon High School.

We were on our way to our first band competition. The rookie members sat in the front and literally tried to memorize the music just by looking at it, as if it would imprint itself in their brains. There was no way we were going to do good tonight, but we had fun all the same. That's why I joined the band anyway. All the veterans sat near the back, just on front of the drum line, who always get the back. My best friend Rob Casey sat diagonal for my seat. He always helped me out, ever since we met in first grade. I smiled at him and he returned his signature smile, one that I've practically memorized. Being the head trumpet player didn't take away from his kindness, it just made him so much better.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"No. I'm sad." I responded. He looked confused so I explained. "Did you know this is our last first competition?"

"Well, we are seniors Tally." He chuckled.

"I know, its just sad, you know?"

"I guess." He said turning back to talk to Kenny, our over zealous baritone player. I felt pressure on my leg then.

"Why haven't you talked to me at all?" asked Jeremy, my boyfriend. He looked at me with that stern look that parents give their naughty children.

"What do you want to talk about?" I answered with the sweetest smile I could manage. He just looked away and cursed under his breath. I was going to have a long night tonight, that was obvious.

Up front, our director, Mr. D, stood up and announced that we needed to finish changing. We were almost at Gateway High School. I reached down under my seat to get my hatbox. I extracted my gloves and my cuffs and then put them on. Jeremy stood up then, probably to go practice last minute with the drum line. He was the head snare drum and made sure everyone knew.

When we reached the parking lot, we got out and retrieved our instruments from the van. After practicing for what seemed like forever we got into our pairs and began marching towards the field. Being the piccolo player, I marched right in front of the drums, or more importantly, right in front of Jeremy. Walking to the field, you're supposed to hold your head up high and intimidate all the bands that you past. But I'm not able to hold it high. I'm only nervous about the person behind me, and what he might do later. Why didn't I talk to him? Why was I that stupid? I should know better by now.

Clearview High was coming off the field as we walked up. They were our biggest rivals, even though we would never beat them. Our drum lines hated each other even more, and I was just waiting for what glares I would see thrown at them. I glanced at the snares when they were passing, waiting for that look of complete animosity. But that's not what I saw.

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We just finished our show, and we kicked ass. There was no way we wouldn't get best drum line. Audubon didn't stand a chance. Sam hit my back lightly with his drum stick.

"Let's see Audubon do better than that." He sneered. I felt myself swell with pride as AI continued to mark off the time for the band "Oh, speak of the devils." He said pointing ahead. Audubon was marching their way up to the field and would be passing us. I still have not seen this Jeremy Taylor kid whose drum line was gunning for the TOB Chapters Percussion Drum Off. I figured he was the one marking the time for the band.

Before I could get a good look at his face I glanced at the person in front of him. Those eyes. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. My heart literally skipped a beat. Those eyes were beautiful and I felt as if I was connected in some way to them. The strange phenomenon of déjà vu sunk into my mind. I had to know who that girl was. I planned to do anything in my power to do so.

"Dude, did you see that fag's face?" chimed Sam from behind me. Snapping from my daze, shaking my head I turned to see the moving figures beyond us.

"No, no I didn't." I said, aloud.

"Then what the hell were you staring at?" he asked incredulously.

"A girl." I said barely audible. "I need a favor."