Well, most of you know that there's a 100 fan fiction/art theme floating around out there. Well, I decided to do the original thing and base mine on marching band. These drabbles will be of varying length and rating, and will follow the adventures of Emma, a color guard member of the Oak Point Marching Stallions. These characters are based on real people that I know in real life, but names have been changed to protect me-I mean, them. They will also range from her sophomore year to her senior year. Here's the cast of characters.

Emma Wilson- Color guard member. Tall, big boned, kinda plain brown eyed girl, quiet until you get to know her. A curly haired blonde, but in no way ditzy. Her straight As prove that.

Blaine Prosser- A year older than Emma but in the same grade, he's a member of the pit. He was in the middle school stage crew for a year with Emma, but got kicked out. He also called her 'dupey' for sixth and seventh grade, but stopped for unknown reasons in 8th. He has whiteish blonde hair and bluish eyes.

Mr. Goldstown- The band director of the Oak Point Marching Stallions. Called 'G' by his students. At first glance he looks like a college student, but call him that and you'll be running laps.

Those are the main characters, but I will be introducing more as these progress.

Prompt: # 01 Introduction
Word Count: 526
Rating: G
Authoress Warnings/Notes: In here they're in their freshman year and it's their first day of band camp.

Mr. G stood on the stage, surveying the crowd of young faces. He frowned as two guard freshies arrived late. When they had sat down and the chatter had subsided, he began.

"So. This is your first day of band camp. ARE YOU EXCITED!?!?!?!" The response was a little less than enthusiastic. "Still asleep, I see. I said, ARE YOU EXCITED?!?!?!?!?!" That time was a little better, but still less than desired. "Returning members, what happens when you put less than 150 into anything you do?"

"Laps."

"That's right. And this year we've lengthened the distance, so, ARE YOU EXCITED!?!?!?!?" That time the roar threatened to push him against the wall. "Thank you. This is the beginning of a commitment. Seniors, for you this will be your last year. For freshies, this may be the beginning of four years in band. I expect you to put your heart, soul, mind, and body into this organization. But I also expect you to have fun while doing so. Any questions?"

A guard freshman in the front tentatively. "What tempo is the show at?"

"What part?"

"All of it." She flushed as snickers where heard behind her. A couple rows behind her, a pit freshie rolled his eyes. He could see her baseball capped head with the ponytail sticking out of it lowering in shame and humiliation. He suddenly felt a stab of pity for her, and elbowed the his friends under the pretense that Mr G. was talking again.

"Any more questions? No? Good. Go out to the field. It's time to learn some drill."

WARNING!!!! FLAMES WILL BE GIVEN TO DRAGONS TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND BURN YOU!!!