Prologue
It was late on a fall night with the crinkle of dead leaves and cicadas. A world-weary woman walked up the dilapidated concrete stairs to the plywood door. With practiced ease she picked the lock using an old paper clip, thoughtfully left near the door. The musty smell of rotting wood and years of dirt hit the woman like a wave. All that was left in the main room was two couches, grimy and sagging, and one or two mangled stands strewn across the floor. She had sworn never to come back here and relive the memories, yet when she heard the band room would soon be torn down she couldn't help but come back one last time, to get one last memory of this place, a room already so full of memories.
In the corner lay a color guard flag, the only bright spot in a world of unending darkness. The woman took the pole into her small, callused hands.
"He often spoke of you, green flag. Your aluminum pole and your silken clothe of green swag. Will you still shine while all the rest of us begin to lag?"
The flag fell from the woman's trembling fingers and rolled ominously towards a pile of metal. The woman, visibly shaken, descended onto the mangled field conductor's podium. As the woman struggled to straighten and join the twisted bars of the towers, she felt the years slip back and day chased night until the room was new. The woman was now a girl, dress code and all. A clarinet could be heard crying over the many tones of the rest of the band.
AN: This story is based on our school. If something doesn't make sense it is because we're used to living this stuff, not explaining it. So if confusion should arise, please leave us a review and we'll try to clarify our meaning. We will hopefully add a list of characters; since we get sometimes get them confused ourselves. If you happen to go to school with us, stumble upon this story and find it is not completely true our routine, your action, etc. then we'll just reply "artistic license". Nothing could truly capture the essence of the band and still fit the story, so you'll just have to grin and bear it. Otherwise please feel free to bash, burn and destroy our story and/or egos.