APD: I finally got a new idea for a story! Woohoo! Just so you know, I'm messing up everyone's ages and bringing dead people back to life. Oh, and Al is in his human body. Enjoy!

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No one really knew how it happened, but somehow all of them had ended up in marching band. Did someone talk them into it? Did their parents sign them up? Were they blackmailed? The world may never know. But they certainly didn't want to be there.

The band director, Mr. Brown, was giving all the details about band camp which was coming up in about 2 weeks. He had handed each of them a packet with all the information in it, but he seemed to think that they were all illiterate, so he was reading the entire packet to them. Every last word.

The rundown: The band will spend about 6 days at a college campus to practice marching and playing their instruments. As for what to bring, use your common sense. You'll live, I promise.

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"Dang, I can't believe he spent a whole hour reading that thing to us." Edward Elric complained to his little brother Alphonse and his best friend Roy Mustang.

"I know. It's not like we can't read or something." Roy joined in.

"I guess he really wanted to get the point across." said Al. This earned him a glare from the two older boys. A glare that clearly stated don't even TRY that.

The trio piled into Roy's car and headed home. Being a junior, Roy was the only one out of them who was old enough to drive. Ed was just a sophomore and Al was a frosh.

"So how'd practice go for you guys?" Roy asked while he drove.

"Actually, it went really well!" Al replied. "We got a lot of work done and a little bit of memorization, too!"

"…"

"Ed?"

"It was alright." Ed didn't really like to talk about sectionals. Roy played saxophone and Al was on the clarinet, so it was all fine for them, but Ed was sort of embarrassed about his place in the band. After all, it wasn't exactly considered the manliest section. He knew Roy and Al wouldn't make fun of him for it (much…), but he still didn't want to talk about it. "How about yours?"

"OK"

None of them mentioned the upcoming camp all the way to the Elrics' house. Every cell in their brains was dreading it. They could tell it was going to be… interesting.

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A couple weeks later, Ed woke to the sound of his mother banging on his door.

"Edward, if you don't wake up now, you're going to be late!"

"I'm up!" Ed groaned, sitting up in his bed.

"Roy's coming to pick you guys up in about ten minutes!"

"Sure thing!" It was normal for the brothers that their mother didn't take them anywhere. Ever since their dad left them, Trisha has had to work extra-hard to make enough money to support the family. She didn't have time to drive them around.

Ed rolled out of bed and ambled downstairs to grab some breakfast. Why bother changing out of your pajamas? The blonde had nothing to do while waiting for his best friend, seeing as he had packed all of his things last night. However, he didn't have to wait long before he heard the doorbell ring. He snatched his iPod off the counter and dragged his stuff over to the door.

"Hey Roy"

"Is Al ready?"

The younger one turned around. "HEY AL!" He yelled up the stairs.

"Coming!" Al could soon be seen pulling his bag down the stairs with his instrument case in his hand.

The brothers piled their things into their Roy's trunk, and the three made their way towards a week of hell on earth.

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APD: Soooo… how'd you like it? Just so you know, the FMA characters aren't the only ones in the band and Ed also has his own arm and leg. So basically, everything is as it would be if alchemy didn't exist, which… it doesn't so… yeah… The story is going to be based on my band camp experience, in case you were wondering. Please review!