A/N So, these are random drabbles from a random highschool... I had this HUGE other story, but it's odd, but it explained the characters. So just smile and read along, ja?

"Hey, do you remember that one contest where…"

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"I can't get it off!" cried Ariana, dancing around and clawing at her shako. "Nononono!"

"Hey, calm down, just breeze through it," advised a percussion member walking by, dragging a random sousaphone case on little wheels. Whistewhistlewhistle… What was he doing with that anyway?

"I CAN'T!" she screamed, doing a weird little hopskip in the halls.

"Here, try this," advised Codi, the Low Brass leader, coming up with a bottle with Valve Oil on the label in his hand. He applied some of it to her hair around the shako, and it slid right off.

"Wow, what's in that stuff?" asked Ariana, wiping off some of the goo with her hands.

"Dunno, I found the bottle in the parking lot and dumped out the oil and filled it with some of the Brendi's green hair dye. I have no idea what they put in that stuff!"

It was then she noticed the bright green streak running across her hat line, and in her fingers. "Oh… my… GOD!"

"Dude, that is sooo wicked!" exclaimed Jack, running up. "I knew it was in you! Got any purple too?"

"This is awful!" cried Ariana, now spitting on her hands and trying to smear away the quickly brightening green.

"Hey, it sort of matches the show- y'know, the Forest Dream theme!" said Kye, coming up. She had her 'fairy of the woodland' guard uniform on, and was twirling a taped-green rifle. The show that year was 'Dream of the Forest' or in French, "Reve de le foret". Some of the drumline members had even dyed their hair green for the show, in a weird act of impulsiveness.

"But but but-" whined the flute, clawing at her hair. "It's ruuuiined!"

"Um, why don't you just dye it some other color?" asked Codi. "It'd look awesome in black!"

"Hey, we have to be out of uniform in ten minutes!" called drum majors Harry and David from down the hall.

So, five minutes later, with her uniform hung up on the rack and desperately scrubbing at her hair in the bathroom sink, a dozen girls clustered around her offering conditioners, shampoos, and God knows what else.

"Like, I think if you add in the methoanolyzer with the bromotionine, it will lighten the effect to a, uh, dunno, mixed brunette and black?" said one of the guard girls.

"Yeah, and with the Extra-strength full-body conditioner, it'll be like back to normal," agreed one of the clarinets.

The three guard guys just sort of stood outside the bathroom listening.

"Dude, that's nuts," murmured Sam.

"What is Ranza holding?" wondered Julien.

"It's a de-frizzer combined with a shampoo-and-conditioner 2-in-one," replied Chester. The other boys looked at him. "Just shut up, okay?"

In about an hour of much sighing, splashing water, and coconut scents, Ariana emerged in trauma but still intact. The girls who had help professed that they had indeed just performed a miracle.

"What is taking so long in there?!?!?" yelled one girl from the low brass section. "Seriously!"

"Apparently there was a hair emergency," loftily replied Chester, who was waiting for Cass, who had accompanied Ariana to the restroom for morale support, or whatever those girls flood in there together floor.

And then the girls heard something very ominous, and pretty much defined the difference between males and females.

"Dude, I found this stuff in the hallway, and so I put some on my hair and- check it out!"