I used my friends and fellow band members, changed the names, took things
that happened last band camp added with what happened since then and how I
wished it all turned out, all set in August '04.
~A story of our ghetto school, at the worst band camp imaginable.~
It was the band camp of '04, and the usual chaos before loading the buses ensued. Backpacks were dropped, music flipped through, suitcases thrown into the cargo space under the bus, and Sophomore Trumpet Erica was staring at the pavement in front of her.
"Hunn, the sidewalk hasn't changed since you looked at it last time," said Erica's best friend and beloved floutist/guard whore ((I'm not saying the guard are whores! We just lovingly call them that)) Dana. "Is your trumpet loaded on the truck?"
"Yeah, Kevin is all set for the ride."
A freshie, not used to Erica's strange sense of humor and enthusiatic joy in naming her instruments and everything else she owns, asked quietly, "who's Kevin?'
Erica continued to stare blankly at the pavement. Dana answered for her, "her trumpet is named Kevin."
"Oh."
"You might want to add that she hasn't taken her medication today yet. Just so that we keep the confusion down to a minimum," retorted Mark, Dana and Erica's best guy friend, a fellow Trumpet, and the person who talked them into joining marching band last fall. "You're not looking so good. Are you going to be sick or something?"
Erica looked up bewilderdly, "no... there are no Dunkin Donuts sitting on this pavement in front of me."
"And?"
"Last year Tom brought me Dunkin Donuts before we left for band camp."
Tom was Mark's older brother and had graduated last year; Erica considered him the best section leader she ever had. Which wasn't saying much, since this was the beginning of her second year, but still they had been friends and Erica wasn't looking fondly to this season without him.
"We're going to be just fine without him."
"You guys will do great," said Dana. "Had I known, I would have brought you Dunkin Donuts."
"I know, but that's not the point. I don't even like doughnuts. It's symbolic.You know how band camp was last year. Do you think I can live through this year without some crowd control?"
Mark looked sad, ((I guess he was thinking, "how can someone not like doughnuts?!")) "I'm here remember? I know we don't have the most responsible seniors this year. But we got three awesome freshmen. Tori, and Ross, and Cindy, it'll all work out. You're not the only girl in the section this year. Don't be so hard on yourself." Dana and Mark helped Erica up off the pavement and onto the bus. Freshmen in the front, seniors in the back, so naturally the three of them sat in the middle. Dana and Erica sat together and immediatly began to discuss the upcoming season, Mark sat with Kevin Chong, a junior and trumpet player. Everything seemed like it was supposed to be.
About an hour into the ride, the excitement of the day caught up with everyone, and Mark and Dana fell asleep. Erica looked over sleepily at her two best friends in the world. They had made it through their freshman year, band camp, and practices together, and Erica wouldn't have it any other way.
Erica was about 5'3" with brown hair, well that was her natural color. She was forever dying it red or blue or purple whenever she felt she had the same haircolor for too long. Hazel eyes and a strange random sense of humor, Erica seemed to fit into any crowd of people. She could hang with the punks or preps as easily as she could hang with the drumline or clarinets, though her style was certainly more on the whatever is comforable side. And she was never without a pair of her treasured Converse High Tops. Dana and Erica had been friends long before high school, but then marching band has strange ways of taking two people and making them inseperatable. Dana was good at just about everything she tried, from dance to flute, to winterguard. And Mark was the guy in the midst of girls. Sometime Erica and Dana felt bad for him, other times they felt he had brought it upon himself. With shaggy emo style brown hair, blue green eyes, and a excellent sense of humor as well as making you feel welcome, and being intelligent without being geeky, it seemed strange that he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment.
~A story of our ghetto school, at the worst band camp imaginable.~
It was the band camp of '04, and the usual chaos before loading the buses ensued. Backpacks were dropped, music flipped through, suitcases thrown into the cargo space under the bus, and Sophomore Trumpet Erica was staring at the pavement in front of her.
"Hunn, the sidewalk hasn't changed since you looked at it last time," said Erica's best friend and beloved floutist/guard whore ((I'm not saying the guard are whores! We just lovingly call them that)) Dana. "Is your trumpet loaded on the truck?"
"Yeah, Kevin is all set for the ride."
A freshie, not used to Erica's strange sense of humor and enthusiatic joy in naming her instruments and everything else she owns, asked quietly, "who's Kevin?'
Erica continued to stare blankly at the pavement. Dana answered for her, "her trumpet is named Kevin."
"Oh."
"You might want to add that she hasn't taken her medication today yet. Just so that we keep the confusion down to a minimum," retorted Mark, Dana and Erica's best guy friend, a fellow Trumpet, and the person who talked them into joining marching band last fall. "You're not looking so good. Are you going to be sick or something?"
Erica looked up bewilderdly, "no... there are no Dunkin Donuts sitting on this pavement in front of me."
"And?"
"Last year Tom brought me Dunkin Donuts before we left for band camp."
Tom was Mark's older brother and had graduated last year; Erica considered him the best section leader she ever had. Which wasn't saying much, since this was the beginning of her second year, but still they had been friends and Erica wasn't looking fondly to this season without him.
"We're going to be just fine without him."
"You guys will do great," said Dana. "Had I known, I would have brought you Dunkin Donuts."
"I know, but that's not the point. I don't even like doughnuts. It's symbolic.You know how band camp was last year. Do you think I can live through this year without some crowd control?"
Mark looked sad, ((I guess he was thinking, "how can someone not like doughnuts?!")) "I'm here remember? I know we don't have the most responsible seniors this year. But we got three awesome freshmen. Tori, and Ross, and Cindy, it'll all work out. You're not the only girl in the section this year. Don't be so hard on yourself." Dana and Mark helped Erica up off the pavement and onto the bus. Freshmen in the front, seniors in the back, so naturally the three of them sat in the middle. Dana and Erica sat together and immediatly began to discuss the upcoming season, Mark sat with Kevin Chong, a junior and trumpet player. Everything seemed like it was supposed to be.
About an hour into the ride, the excitement of the day caught up with everyone, and Mark and Dana fell asleep. Erica looked over sleepily at her two best friends in the world. They had made it through their freshman year, band camp, and practices together, and Erica wouldn't have it any other way.
Erica was about 5'3" with brown hair, well that was her natural color. She was forever dying it red or blue or purple whenever she felt she had the same haircolor for too long. Hazel eyes and a strange random sense of humor, Erica seemed to fit into any crowd of people. She could hang with the punks or preps as easily as she could hang with the drumline or clarinets, though her style was certainly more on the whatever is comforable side. And she was never without a pair of her treasured Converse High Tops. Dana and Erica had been friends long before high school, but then marching band has strange ways of taking two people and making them inseperatable. Dana was good at just about everything she tried, from dance to flute, to winterguard. And Mark was the guy in the midst of girls. Sometime Erica and Dana felt bad for him, other times they felt he had brought it upon himself. With shaggy emo style brown hair, blue green eyes, and a excellent sense of humor as well as making you feel welcome, and being intelligent without being geeky, it seemed strange that he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment.