Hey, everyone! This is my first band fic, so be kind! Read, review, and enjoy!
Chapter 1: Just our luck.
The early December snow fluttered and twisted on the way to the ground. It seemed busy covering the already-white ground, but showed no signs of slacking off, much to the disappointment of 17 year old Cassandra Nova.
"Just my luck." She muttered as she turned to face her fellow band mates and twin, Alexandra. "It's still coming down." She added in a louder tone, giving the snow a glare as if it were personally responsible for every evil in the world. And in her eyes, it was.
"This means that we can't make it to Band Field Day." Alexandra said softly, voicing Cassandra's thoughts. Normally, Band Field Day would have been much earlier--in November or October--but due to student death the day before Band Field Day, it had been put off until...well, that moment.
"Take it easy, 'Andra." A familiar voice teased. "If the bus shows up still, we'll just hop on and ride. After all, the bus driver doesn't know if it's been cancelled yet or not. Hey, we don't know if they cancelled band field day or not!"
Cassandra whirled to face her long time crush, a trumpet player named Jonathan. "That isn't a good thing!" She said, but her voice was a bit more sultry and calm than it had been all day. "We need to know. I wish that Mr. Thomson was back from making that stupid call."
"Likewise." Jonathan agreed, shrugging. "But hey, if Crestfield High won't answer the phone, what can he do?" Then he noticed how Cassandra was trembling slightly. "You're cold." He said, extending his arms. "C'mere." Gently grasping her forearms, he drew Cassandra forward and stripped off his own band uniform jacket, then pulled it over her sparkling color guard uniform.
"We'll have to dig up the capes." Cassandra muttered to herself, blushing warmly. "We have them somewhere, we just can't ever find them."
"That is because you're all stupid, inexperienced, pathetic excuses for a band!" A male voice rang out. The ceiling tiles were suddenly scooted to a side, and the Crestfield Band, Riverview's archenemy, slid down into the band room on ropes that fell out of the holes in the ceiling. The speaker, Crestfield's drum major, strolled forward. "But that can't be helped. You are, after all, from Riverview."
Alexandra's face grew pale, then red as he spoke. She had been dating the Crestfield drum major for nearly 3 weeks. "Back off!" She said sharply. "Don't act like you're better than us when you're not!"
"If the shoe fits..." The drum major smiled and shrugged.
Jonathan stepped forward, drawing all the attention to himself. "Which is why we got a higher score than you at every competion?" He said, narrowing his eyes and moving slightly into a fighting stance.
"Enough of this!" A female voice rang out, and Cassandra whirled to watch her best friend and the drum major, Arianna, step forward from the percussion closet. "Look, we don't feel like fighting. Just go back to your school and we won't kill you."
"Perhaps we like fighting." The drum major drawled. "Perhaps a little competition is just what we need." He moved forward, towering over Arianna's 5 foot 3 frame. "And perhaps we have the perfect prey in mind."
"Get the h--- out!" Jonathan snarled. He moved forward, already balling his fists, but the other drum major moved back hastily, recognizing Jonathan's taller, more muscular frame.
"The military has war games, Riverview. Well, guess what? So do we!" He shouted triumphantly as his band began to hastily re-climb the ropes. "We're giving you home-field advantage. You have 20 minutes to ready yourselves, select and secure a base, and make the first move. The game ends in 24 hours, Saturday at exactly 5:13. Good luck!" With a mocking laugh, he blew a kiss towards Alexandra and vanished up a rope.