Alright man, let's be completely honest with each other, as much as it pains you to give up your "hard-earned" summer for something that appears to not even

be worth it in the long run, you fool yourself into thinking this might actually fucking work.

Of course I'm really just your conscience and no matter how much I reason with you you're going to do whatever you want in the first place, so why even bother?

I mean there's the fuckin' pencil, pick it up, and write your name on this sign-up sheet, I'm not holding you back, and to what I can tell no one else is either.

SO here you are, signing up for Marching Band, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, you can get close to this girl that you've had your eye on for who the hell

knows how long. But, let's stop rambling on about this for now, just sign your damn name.

You decided to pick up the attached beaded pen that was practically /tied/ to the clipboard, are they really that stingy about a clipboard?...Fuck it, just sign.

"K-A-R-K-A "Hi Karkat!" "HOLYFUCKASFINOISRNG"

You turn to your right as a very peppy and somewhat excited girl practically /leaped/ at you...

"Uhh...Hi, Jade?"

You take a look at her outfit, it seems pretty similar to what she wears everyday...I mean not that you look at her every day and admire what she wears from a distanc- Wait no! That came out wrong you appreciate her fashion sense but think her clothes would look better on your floo- FUCK, NO...okay deep breaths let's keep this cool.

"Oh my gosh! Are you signing up for Marching Band? " "Well-" "Karkat! It's so fun, especially Band Camp! It's the best!" "That sou- " "Oh! What do you play? I play a flute, but not just a flute, also Bass guitar and -blahblah blah yada yada."

You trail off as she lists this very long and impressive line of instruments that she's apparently "Mastered" , you don't really care though, you just sorta drift away in her eyes, of course they're wandering to and fro, easy to tell she was still thinking of more instruments.

"But yeah! So what do you play?"

You hesitate...hopefully not get cut off again.

"I play the Trumpet...it kinda matches my personality, Loud and Obnoxious."

You watch as she breaks out in a fit of giggles and then nudges you lightly-
"Well, Sign your name silly!"

Good Point. You still haven't signed up completely, so you finish out your name and mark the Instrument of choice, you turn back to her only to have her dissappear, and then reappear by your side, stealing the pen and writing her name underneath yours.
"Hey! Maybe we might be on the same team for the last event at Band Camp!, It's a big Water Gun Fight, but on the previous night it's Senior Prank Night!"

You had to admit, maybe pranking a few seniors would feel pretty good, especially a certain douchebag that goes by the persona of "Strider". You can almost smell the stench of irony and Aviators from a mile away, speaking of which, here's king douche as we speak. You watch as Jade approaches Strider and then points towards you, of course Dave tilts his head forward to lower his shades and take a long glare at you, you thought if he looked at you any longer you'd assimilate into a douchebag. You've seen the Matrix, It's kinda like that, only this guy only has to fucking /Look/ at you and it's game over. You step aside as he approaches the sign-up station, he marks his name down with something strange next to it, not an instrument, but the words

"Field Commander."

.NO.

Okay, so maybe this wasn't such a good idea, first off, you don't even know if you'll make it in the Marching Band, second, There's no way you'll take orders from King Douche, no chance in hell. Third,...okay, maybe you don't have a third reason, but you have a cause, and her name is Harley.