Pre-Story-Note: Hey you! You. All you normal band kinds. You know what it feels like. There's always that one person who can do it all. You know who I'm talking about! That one person who's so amazing that you just want to whack them. They get all the awards and they take it for granted, because they're used to being awesome.

You know how you feel about those sorts of everything players.

I feel that way too.

._. .-. ._. .-. ._. The Everything Player ._. .-. ._. .-. ._.

I chewed loudly and intimidatingly, while staring at the back of his stupid mulleted head intimidatingly. I just didn't understand it.

How could this happen again? I could never escape from the likes of him.

I was minding my own business in the music room of my school, a good and honest Junior, just trying to be the best wind player I could be! AKA: the best wind player in the band.

And then this freshman SHRIMP just walked in all hunky-dory and RUINED MY LIFE.

Well, he didn't walk into my life and ruin it right now.

He walked into my life this summer and ruined it last week.

And he also walked into the band room about five minutes prior to the beginning of this story and sat down in front of my group of friends, all on his own.

But everyone in band loves him, even if he is a weirdo, so he's never alone for long.

"Demyx!" Axel said with a grin in his voice. How, Axel? How could you call the attention of my tormentor?

Demyx turned to face my group: Axel, Larxene, and I. He smiled good-naturedly and pretended that he didn't steal my rightful position in this band.

Oh, cruel fate.

"Hi Axel! Hey Larxene! Hello, Marly!" He greeted us each individually. My eye twitched at the nickname.

Larxene laughed, "Why does Marluxia get the nicknames?"

Demyx's eyes lit up with excitement, "Because we're gonna be in the same section now, right, Mar-Mar?"

I glared at him. He frowned, "I'm sorry you didn't get first chair, Marly. You're still a really awesome flute-player, though! I really look up to you!"

He was doing this on purpose. He was rubbing salt in the wound. Salt dissolved in alcohol. Mixed with gravel.

He couldn't be honest right now! He must be mocking me. He was a great liar, then, considering his wide, innocent eyes.

What did he do to anger me so, you ask?

He stole my chair. The one I had been working toward since my freshman year.

"You'll get it next year!" He comforted again, seeing my displeasure.

"What makes you so sure you won't get it again next year." I asked without actually putting question into it.

"Well, I'm gonna try out for french horn next year, of course!"

I facepalmed. Axel and Larxene cackled.

That's right, Demyx was one of those.

He was one of those kids who could just play everything. He won every award, and he got first chair every time.

I know that now, but at first, I didn't expect it at all from him! He came out of nowhere.

During summer band camp, Demyx came into the game quite late. He had missed the first three days of band camp, and he had never even been in a marching band before.

Luckily for him, though, our composer was looking for a guitarist for the field show. So Demyx happily accepted this role and was placed in pit (front ensemble, for you non-band-nerds. They don't march. They play instruments that can't be moved in a show).

We (the vet, non-pit members, that is) all assumed he was going to be like the guitarists this marching band usually has: lazy, untalented, and filler-rific.

Then, one fine, boiling-hot summer afternoon, the pit came out of their cave (they hog the air-conditioned band room) to run chunks of the show with us.

Demyx was amazing.

Seriously.

And that was just the first full-band practice block. We had only seen the beginning of the show.

Later, it turned out that the kid had a feature in the pit break toward the middle of the second movement. Once we learned that part as a band, everyone loved him.

And then the kid came to school the first week, and he auditioned on trumpet for Jazz band, just because his friend Hayner wanted to play the guitar this year.

Everyone told him to play guitar, because he was way better than Hayner, and because no one knew if he could even play trumpet.

He just said, "No, it's okay! Hayner really wants it this year, and I wanna help his chances, even if by so little!"

He pretended to not realize what a great musician he was.

He even came out of the audition room frowning and saying that he messed up on the audition piece.

The next day, the name "Demyx" was first on the trumpet chair order for jazz band.

He acted like he was genuinely surprised. All of the upperclassmen trumpets that he had beat out of the seats they had expected to get were even more surprised.

I played saxophone in Jazz band, and I saw him in action at rehearsals. He played the trumpet sweet and clear, like a real pro. He was a bit nervous on adding his own twists to solos, but once the upperclassmen showed him their originality, he was soon able to put a lot of personality into the music.

Then marching band season was over. It was time for wind ensemble auditions.

No one saw him practicing any instruments before auditions, and whenever someone urged him to play trumpet again, he just shook his head and said he didn't want to play trumpet again.

Everybody took this to mean that he wasn't going to try out for wind ensemble.

That made it even worse of a shock when I checked the list of names and saw that, not only was I second chair, but I was second chair to the rocker with a mullet.

Who could apparently play flute.

I had been so sure, since all of the talented flute-players and "modest" everything-players that were in the band before had graduated! I thought I had escaped from the prison of mediocrity and risen above to be the best!

But this kid.

This. Kid.

He ruined it.

And here I was, eating lunch with him in the band room as he attempted comfort me by telling me that he was fluent with other instruments too.

What was my life coming to?

"ARGH." I stated, standing up.

I then pulled Axel's chair out from under him and threw it across the room for no reason.

It hit the drum lockers noisily and came to rest harmlessly next to the marimbas.

The band director didn't even look up from his papers.

The only person outside of our little group who noticed was the pit section leader, Aqua, who gave me a warning glance. She thought I would hit the mallet instruments. I glared at her. She rolled her eyes.

"What. The hell." Axel looked up at me from his new position on the ground in offended shock. Larxene was cackling again.

Demyx just looked very amused and a bit lost.

"Oh, Marly! That's not very nice. What did Axel ever do to you!" the boy chastised.

I made a blank face at him and turned to walk out of the band room.

"Marluuxiaa!" I heard Demyx call, "You forgot your lunch!"

...Really.

I was ready to rip my hair out.

"DAMMIT."

I stalked back into the music room and snatched it, then stomped back out.

"You're welcome, Marly!"

._. .-. ._. .-. ._.

Notes: I love music class, and sometimes the crazy happenings when I hang out in there beg to be rationalized with fanfiction.

I know that seems incredibly backward, but today I mentally sought out a reason that someone, anyone, from Kingdom Hearts would throw furniture if they were in band class.

Of course, my guy friends don't actually need reasons to rip furniture out from beneath one another and chuck it around.

And that's why I need fanfiction to rationalize it.

Some things I say may be band slang and I don't realize that non-band-people won't understand it, so just shoot me a question if you don't understand something.

Or maybe it's even regional slang or band slang that just my school uses because we're cool and legendary and can have our own slang like that. Lol.

And I don't mean to insult any sections or people. I'm trying to go with Marly the Ambitious Flute Player's opinions. So no offense to any pit guitarists, pit members who practice indoors, people who like Hayner, or people who are good at picking up instruments fast.

You're all awesome to me, at least! :)

Edit: I originally intended this to be a oneshot, but should I continue it? I feel like I could do a bit with this. There'd probably be a bit of side-pairings, but no main pairing, lol. Not not not romance. I'm too awkward.

But you can take any friendships and bromances however you like, lol.

So... should I?