Band Camp

by Neola

You want a band camp fic?! You want romance?! Well click, silly! This is about a girl secretly swooning over a friend...but there's much more to it than just that. Only problems is that you must R & R to find out.

1. Prolouge

Prologue

            Well, I won't brag or anything *smirks* but the Woodward High School Marching Band is kick-ass.  Small bands are nice, medium bands are pretty damn good, and large bands can go either way – they can suck, or, like our band, the can end up looking like an army of marchers.  Capping out at just under 400 (including the guard) we're pretty damn big if I might say.

            Well, I've never been good at introductions but what the hell…hi - I'm Liz.  And just to go ahead and get it all out, I'm a rising Senior, flute player and flute section leader.  Power is sweet – very sweet.  With such a large band, you can imagine that each section is a wee bit bigger.  So, naturally, I've got 32 flute players to look out for.  And I kid you not.  We're right up there with the clarinets, however, they cap out at 36.  So yeah, band camp is, and always has been, extreme hell.

            The theme, or so we were told at the end of the previous year, was from the movie, Gladiator.  I smile at the thought of ending my high school career with a big bang when it comes to the band.  Veeery nice.  Carter High School – eat your heart out.