Chapter one

'beep beep' im awoken by the sound of a car horn.

" crap!" I yell as I scurry down the steps from my bed. I look over at my clock, 6:37, camp starts in practically 20 minutes! I slip on a red t-shirt which has the words converse to go with my black shorts and red chucks. I don't usually bother with that kind of stuff, matching isn't really my style but what ever.

I grab my note-book,my Vic firths and a bottle of water, that's all I had time for. I made my way outside fiddling with my hair as I saw my neighbor mark in the car with his dad. Mark is probably one of the funniest guys you will ever meet, and everyone know it too. We have always been though of as a couple by the other band kids. I guess since I would always hang around him, I don't really talk a lot to people who don't come and talk to me first. I guess that's just my nature, And I hate it to.

I open the door and jump in saying " thanks so much!" as I close the car door. " no problem, you ready for band camp?" mr. Evans, marks dad responds. " ready as I'll ever be" I reply only half jokingly. I think back to my freshman year, I played timpani, I came in knowing nothing. Thinking that every mallet keyboard instrument was a xylophone and that I could march in the cymble line. That was brought to a complete stop when I was told that there was no cymble line. I was screwed, or at least I though. Over the course of the season I was taught my scales and how to read music by the front ensemble section leader, Kyle. He was a sophomore and a real nice guy. I have had something like a puppy dog crush on him since.

This year he was on the drum line, I was still back in pit since I have no chops once so ever, though I'm moving up. We pull up to the front of the school and I get out saying once more " thanks again!" he waves his hand as mark opens the trunk to get out his trombone. " woo!" I yell " bernddd cermppp" I say looking over at mark. " yay!" he says in one of his many voices he's does. We make our way to the band room, one the ground written with yellow chalk is' I hope you tbrought your talent and work ethic.' " crap, I forgot my work ethic" mark says and I laugh " don't worry, you can borrow mine" I respond.

The door opens to a member of the color guard walking out, flag in hand. The first thing I see is kyle on the marimba, I instantly smile. I walk over to him as I watch his hands glide over the keys, he makes four mallet look so easy. He stops when he see's me practically starring at him and I quickly look away, telling myself not to blush but it isn't working. He open's his mouth to say something but he is cut off by one of the drum majors, liel, who in fact is one of the smartest people I know. " it's time to head outside! No instruments!". Then it all begins.