A/N: first marching band fic, please no flames.
It was hot, and most of us were only wearing a tank top and shorts. Our water coolers were on the sidelines, sitting idly by. Josh, one of our two majors, a blonde, short male, hadn't been using his cooler and while he wasn't looking, Mr. Naughton had stolen it and refilled it to the brink, and carried it to the top of his 15 foot podium. We were on the last set of the show, and I was finishing off with a nice, sharp, ear busting high G on my flute. Jake, our other drum major, stood on the center podium, a small 5 foot climb. He back handed the air and cut us off with an x-shaped arm movement. We snapped our instruments down and I could hear my band members around me breathing heavily, trying to get some oxygen into their lungs.
"Relax!" Came our director's call, and instantly people bent over, coughing and legs shaking slightly. A four hour practice, and we were all pretty exhausted. I wiped the sweat off my face with my sleeve, and brushed back my bangs, which had fallen in my face sometime during the last bit of our show. It was Styx 2012, and after hearing the last song, a medley between Lady, Lorelei and Mr. Roboto, i could feel the excitement. It was Thursday, and tomorrow, we would finish up the show in public, finally getting it all out on the field. I glanced at my friend Burgundy and she grinned at me, adjusting her blue bandanna (our section colour for that year). The dark blue was a sharp contrast against her neon pink hair, and I'm sure that's what we would all remember her for. Josh, who had been on a side podium came and sat next to Jake. I smirked. Jake, Josh and Mr. Naughton were all wearing the same clothes; this had been a little bit of trend all throughout the season, and I was starting to wonder if they had planned it, or if it was like this every year. I was freshman, so I wouldn't know. Mr. Naughton pushed the two water coolers, which each held about a gallon of water in them each, and shifted back and forth from one foot to the other.
"I would like to say something, before you all disappear for you much needed showers." Mr. Naughton said from on top of the podium. We all looked up at him. He leaned against the top railing, a smirk on his face. It wasn't unusual, so no one thought anything of it.
"You all did good tonight, and you're one of the best bands Flowery Branch has seen in a long time, so give yourself a hand." We all clapped, and Mr. Naughton motioned for the drum majors to say something.
"Yeah seriously guys, we-"
SPWOOSHHHHHHH
The two seniors stood shock still, Jake's hands still up from talking. Josh laughed at Jake but was met with a bucket full of water himself a moment later. The rest of the band cheered, and Mr. Naughton's hands went up in victory. He did a little dance, and we laughed. Jake flung his hands down, shaking off excess water. He playfully glared up at Mr. Naughton.
"I told you I'd get you two back." Jake nodded, and mouthed 'fair enough'. I laughed, another reason we all loved Mr. Naughton. Kaden, our band president, wrapped it up.
"Okay, any announcements?" He paused and a couple section leaders' hands went up. "Okay, flute meeting, sax meeting, trumped meeting, and woodwind meeting. Alright, lets dismiss." We had a cheer for dismissal, and we got loud enough one time to wake a couple people up in one of the near by neighborhoods. "FEET!"
"TOGETHER!" The band chorused.
"SHOULDERS!"
"UP AND BACK!"
"STOMACH!"
"IN!"
"CHEST!"
"OUT!"
"EYES!"
"WITH PRIDE!"
"EYES!"
"WITH PRIDE!"
"EYES!" As usual with Kaden's dimissal, he did a little hand dance and made eyes sound like an Elvis Presley song. I smirked.
"WITH PRIDE!" Usually, we would say attitude, followed by 'in your face', after that but Mr. Naughton had other plans. Before Kaden could open his mouth again, Mr. Naughton cut across.
"WATER!" He screamed from the podium, while pointing to the drum majors.
"IN YOUR FACE!" The rest of the band yelled back, louder than we were before. We fell into a fit of laughter that was cut short by Kaden yelling:
"SHAKE IT OUT!" At this point, we would clap twice and bring our hand to a fist, pull our arms back, bring up one of our knees, and yell 'HUH'. As we dispersed, I smiled to myself. Mr. Naughton really IS crazy, I thought as I joined the woodwinds, watching as Kaden laughed at Jake and Josh, Mr. Naughton dropping down from his tower to laugh at the two teens.