As she walked into the room she didn't expect the mass of noise that seemed to hit her in the face. Everyone was either warming up or trying to talk over the noise at the same time. After getting over the initial shock and walking around the percusion players who were almost backed up against the door and walked over to the right side of the room that was alloted to Music History and General Music. She didn't trust her case in the middle of the fiasco that was supposed to be her section.
She knew Kayla, she was an eigth grader who would be starting her first year with the marching band same as her but wasn't in high school yet. She had been recruted because there wouldn't have been enough saxophones other wise, not that she thought you could have to many saxophones. Kayla was an odd one to say the least. You could never guess what would come out of her mouth and your best bet was to nodd and act as if you knew exactly what she was talking about.
She also knew Matt. Matt was a character too, an annoying one. He was an idiot and luckily Jordan Perry, another eighth grade saxophonist her seventh grade year, was able to lead them two years ago. Jordan wouldn't be showing up for marching from what she had heard. He was a football player and only played concert. That wasn't the only thing she had heard about him but she would have to wait until concert band to find out if it was all true.
The only other alto saxophonist was Jonathan whom she first assumed was her section leader. Jonathan was the definition of egotistical. She had only met him at a previous concert and had already made and opinion. Unfortuanatly for him it wasn't a great one. She could only assume he had been droped on his head while young because there wasn't much else that could explain, well...him. Loud and abnoxious were light words in comarison. She could hear his voice singuraly over everyone else. She could already tell that she wasn't going to get along with him or Matt.
She carfully side steped Jonathan's case in the middle of the floor and the music stands with odd clips and music on them and carefully found her seat between Kayla and Matt. Well at least she wasn't last chair. She could deal with third chair...for now. She wasn't ambisious or anything she just didn't like people thinking she was any worse than she really was and she already knew she was better than Matt. Not Jonathan, not yet, but definately Matt.
As she sat down she saw the band director, Mrs. Shepherd, step out of her office. She had just had a babby in the spring and the stress was definately showing. As she stepped onto the small podeum everyone became quiet. Danielle thanked the director silently for showing up because she wouldn't have been able to take much more of the noise. The director then told them that they should,"leave your instruments in the band room for now we'll be marching first before lunch and you won't need them yet"
Great. That's exactly what she wanted to do. Leave her saxophone lying in her chair for one of her brilliant section mates to gracefully knock it off. Well its better than the floor. So she laid the saxophone down after the altos and trumpets had left the row and side stepped to the next row. As she got the end of the clarinet row she heard Christy, a sophmore tenor saxophonist she already knew really well, yell,"Hey Danielle! Don't leave your saxophone lying on its keys. They'll get bent!" Danielle didn't really know what she was talking about but she swung around the last chair of the clarinet row and climbed to the middle of her row to fix her saxophone lying on her chair. She then walked with Christy out the door towards the gym as she explained that,"By leaving your saxophone on its keys they'll bend and cause air leaks." Great she had already made a mistake and she wasn't even marching yet. Danielle shook it off and followed all the other band members out the band hall doors and into the luchroom which was just big enough to use for the freshman and the coulple of the returning band members. Welcome to freshman marchers pre-bandcamp.