It was a cold morning at Morkwell High School. Though the day was, June 3, also known as the ever so famous, first day of marching band, the weather was damp. And a strange unsettled vibe filled the air.
Demi Parker, a long time percussionist, stood outside the towering doors of her school, in the pouring rain.
Her mousy brown hair clinged to her face, and her black converses were soaking up water.
She stared blankly, at a dripping piece of paper taped to the door.
Demi had been a snarest in the drumline since she was in the 8th grade, which was almost 3 years ago. As a Junior, Demi had grown fond of her place within the band.
Even though since last year that drumline had shrunk, into almost nothing.
She did not turn when someone approached her.
"Demi?"
A tired, voice spoke.
It was the only other snarest, a senior, Reese Morgan.
He wore a tired expression and loss fitting Bermuda shorts.
Though it was practically dark outside,
He had on a pair of dark tinted sunglasses, which hide his bright green eyes.
In one hand he held a pair of new drumsticks, and the other, vodka cleverly disgusted in a water bottle.
She paid him no mind.
Soon the two were not alone, and another person approached them.
"Reese, man, what's going on? Its raining why-"
Nick Little, lost his train of thought when reading the paper.
Nick was also a senior, and on quads.
Our only quad player that is, since the other two quit last season.
His golden blonde hair was just as soaked as Demy's, but he had not been out there for nearly as long. Which meant the rain was picking up.
Three more people appeared beside them.
The three basset's, Raven Heidi, bass one. A junior, and Demi's best friend. Her recently dyed black hair remained dry, for she held her binder, above her head. Chase Kearns, bass two. A sophomore and took drumming more seriously then anyone else in the band. It was his passion, his one true love. And lastly, Tyler Davin, bass three. Also a sophomore, and Raven's boy toy. He took drumming the least serious. Joking off all the time, but he was good. And that's all any of us ever cared about.
"Can they even do that?"
Nick asked Reese, dropping his voice so the basses could not hear.
Reese shrugged his shoulders.
Completely stunned from what had just happened.
"I dunno."
Demi pushed the double doors open furiously.
The rest followed her.
Known of them knew what was going to await them inside.
Then again, they might as well have all just went home.
They group knew they were a small section, but apparently, that doesn't please their brand new band director.
But what gives anyone the right,
To cut a drumline?