This is my first story I've posted on fanfiction so it might be a little shaken and although the first chapter isn't all that exciting, I have to introduce you to mymain characters somehow.

Chapter 1

I had been in band since I entered the sixth grade. It was there I picked up the baritone and learned smaller things about how it worked. Everything went smoothly from there. All I had to do was play and practice and it was all good, but then I went to high school and automatically joined the Bluerock High School Marching Band.

My last class was band and Mr. Pearce, our new Band director, had extended to the time period of the class so that the entire band was required to stay after school. He started our first day by making everyone sit in one big wad facing him. This was only his second year at the school but so far he was really getting the band organized. He was about middle-aged but he looked so much more tired than that.

"Good morning band," he announced (it sounded more like an announcement than a greeting), "Some of you are new this year but most of you are accustomed to the methods and discipline of marching band."

The way he said that made him sound like a military sergeant and the whole time his eyes didn't seem to own us. It felt so official.

"Today you'll become acquainted with each other," he continued, "and meet your leaders for this year. First of all this is Gina Thompson. She is your drum major. What she says goes and no one is higher than her but me! Whether you like her or not you will respect her and she in turn she will respect you. Everyone here will see her a lot so I recommend staying on her good side."

This was when the authority in voice became more evident –this was the tone we would mostly hear.

Then he told us to square of into our different sections and that we would march the next day. I turned around to look for my section and over in the middle of the room stood an attractive guy calling out, "Baritones over here!"

"Yes!" I thought to myself. He was a senior and way out of my league but it would be interesting having him for a section leader.

All the baritone players had finally crowded around him. He looked around and suddenly spotted what he was looking for.

"Hey, Mia! The baritones are over here," he shouted.

"I'm in the color guard this year," answered an older young lady in a squeaky voice. Obviously, from her center position in a throng of flags, she was the new color guard captain.

"Who's that," I found myself asking out loud.

"Mia Bradley," whispered a voice. I turned around to face the sparkling eyes of the speaker, "She owns this place and is a literal snob, but you don't have to take my word for it. Hey, I'm Gerry and you are..?"

"Denise," I answered.

"Hey, Denise! I haven't seen your face around here often. You must be a freshmen," Gerry said in a firmer yet peppier voice.

"Yes," I admitted, "How long have you done this?"

Gerry pulled her hair as she said, "I'm a sophomore and this is my second year marching."

At that point my new section leader, Will Doro, turned around. He began a long speech about marching, our music, and rules. Soon afterwards he turned around to sort through some folders.

"This is the music we're playing this year we're having a 70s show this year and the fight and I'm going to give you the fight song and some of the show music," Will said as he passed out the music.

I looked at the music in disbelief. For me, the notes were higher than normal and the rhythms were more complicated.

Gerry saw my troubled expression and said in her almost always bubbly voice, "Don't stress over it Denise. You'll work it out." I slowly began to soak in my future marching experience: A cute section leader, extremely tough music, a stern band director, and bubbly Gerry as the only light at the end of the tunnel.

"Young lady in the blue shirt! What's your name?" Will asked as if he had just noticed me.

"Denise Williams," I promptly answered.

"I think you're our only freshman this year in our section and you're definitely the only girl now that Mia's in the color guard. If you have any questions just ask okay?" said Will.

Then I turned around and looked at Gerry.

"I'm a T-bone player," Gerry informed.

"Oh," I said "I was thinking that you were a baritone player too."

Gerry smiled a little and remarked, "You'll run into me a lot anyway." I spent the rest of that day getting to know other band members like Nina, a really nice person and easily irritable on the field. I also talked a little to a young lady named Anna, a phenomenal French horn player that couldn't care less for marching.

That was the easiest day of band I had that whole year.

Please review! Things really start moving along in the second chapter.