The Official Fluter's Catalogue

PG-13

Summary: I play the flute in marching band. Follow me throughout each day as I record my experiences in this fan fiction. All real-life. Nothing is made up. Just real, harsh, gripping facts of what it's like to be a teenage girl who plays the flute. And trust me, my life isn't dull.

Category: Marching Band

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I can still remember the first time I ever held a flute. It felt so right to be in my hands. Like it was a missing piece of me that I had always been searching for. And I had found it at last.

Band in middle school seems so distant now. I can still document each day of it in my head, though. I remember how my friend Christi and I ( we never cared what people thought and we pretty much showed everyone how retarded people can be ) would always talk back to our band teachers. We had a new director every year. Some say it was because our class always scared them away.

First it was Mr.Carver. He was a sandy-headed woman trapped in a man's body. He always wore a metal bracelet on his hand made of barbed-wire. It was a mystery why. But he hated us. We hated him. That was my first year of band.

The second year we had the most amazing director ever. To this day I still think Ms.Nix was the greatest. We all loved her as if she was our older sister. She was really young and funny. But she had a lot of hair on her chin.

My third year, in 8th grade, we had our least-favorite teacher we had ever had. Imagine going from Ms.Nix, someone we loved so much, to Mrs.Clayton. She was unhealthily overweight and had mood disorders. If we played something wrong, she would tell us we sucked. She was, pardon the language, a bitch. And we all knew it. My friend Christi and I even tried to get her fired once. That was funny.

The next year I was in ninth grade and would have had Mr.Barnett. I had planned on being in the marching band. I got fitted for my uniform, got my shoes, I was ready. And then something happened. I don't know what clicked in my brain, but I quit. It was so sudden and spontaneous. It just happened. And I missed out on a whole year of marching band; who knows what all could have happened. I still kick myself for it.

This year I am in ninth grade. I hopped back into the band program and have caught up with ease. Everything, the marching, the commands, they all seem natural to me. And I am loving every minute of it. And this band director I'll hopefully keep for the rest of my high school marching band year. And this time, I will not quit. Not for anything in the whole world. I love it. Band is the most amazing experience I've ever had. It changed me.

Rookie Camp

Time rolled around that summer, and it was eventually the first day of rookie camp. Being a tenth grader surrounded by freshman, I felt so far behind and out of place. But I had someone to share this discomfort with: Kayla.

I had me Kayla earlier that year in regular band class. She seemed quiet and smart and I was jealous of her hair and the way her fingers fly across the keys of her flute. She was ..pretty dang good, if I do say so myself. It was Kayla's first year of marching band as well; she had softball in ninth so she couldn't do band also. I was glad I wasn't the only knew one.

The first day of rookie camp wasn't as bad as one would think. I had it worked up in my mind that the instructors would be like army drill-sergeants and smacking us over the heads with leather straps. But it turns out, the "instructors" were kids just like you and me. They were seniors, and easy-going and amazing. I felt at home already with them. It already felt like one big happy family.

At rookie camp Kayla and I made new friends. Just to name a few, there was a short big-eyed freshman named Caleb who we met at water break ( my later-to-be boyfriend ), the funniest little kid I've ever met named Mercedes, Janay ( our section leader ), Stephanie White ( a flute player who would later give me her cat ) and we became great friends with each other. That week was the week we were officially friends. To this day she is one of the most wonderful people I know.

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Next Chapter is About the first week of full-band camp. That was when everyone was finally together and we learned all our drills and I met more people that now I can call my best friends.

Review- not really about the story. I would just like to hear about you and how your band experiences are. Was your first day of rookie camp like mine? How did it go? How was your band in middle school? I don't rightfully think this fic deserves actual reviews because it's not one I made up, it's real. It's just almost like a diary. So please just leave a message about your band experiences. I need to know there are people out there dealing with the same things. Thank you!..Julie