A/N: Alright, so I never knew that FF even had a miscellaneous category. So now that I know, I am going to write a story about- wait for it- MARCHING BAND! Ah, time for my true self to be revealed. *sigh*
I stepped off the bus the first morning of my freshman year, excited for my second year of high school band. I proudly carried my alto saxophone down the long hallway to the small but wonderful band room despite the laughs and insults hurled at me. (A/N: I go to a tiny school, filled with rednecks that are completely idiotic when it comes to any concept of the arts whatsoever. Also, at my school we start high school in eighth grade. Just to clear that up.) When I set my saxophone down inside the instrument closet, I noticed a man sitting in my band director's chair. And he was not my band director. I walked around to the door to the office and knocked lightly on the door. The man jumped up and opened that door. "Good morning! I'm your new band director, Mr. Bailey." I stared at him, dumbfounded, before nodding at him and nearly running out of the band room. Since when did Mrs. Taylor quit? I quickly wiped the tears out of my eyes and set off toward the cafeteria. I wonder if any of my bandies knew what had happened?
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It turned out that Mrs. Taylor had a shoulder problem and had to quit. But all of us grieved in some way, she had been like a mother to all of us. But Mr. Bailey was nice, sure. If you liked overly drill sergeant resemblant band directors. Band practice soon became a dreaded thing twice a week. The only good thing that happened for a month was that we got a new band student from a bigger school in our county. His name was Canton. And I had a feeling that this year would be better than any other previous one.
