High School Band - fate waiting to happen
A fanfic by twostones

Summary: Everyone is a human and in band. Forks High is a new school in its first year. None of them have ever met before except Emmet and Edward are brothers. Will fate still bring each person together?

Only these first two chapters will have a lot of band content. I also appologize for the lack of flow in this first chapter, the second one is better.

Bella POV

Oh God, this cannot be happening. I can't believe I talked myself into this. Why couldn't I have just stayed with Renee? Or I could have just stayed home alone while mom traveled with Phil. Yeah! That would work! …Charlie, drat never mind…if I stayed home alone Charlie would have felt bad. I can make it through this; high school can't be too bad. At least everyone else is new also. And at least it's not raining today!

Hopefully this school at least has a good band program. It's a new school, the band director is going to have to work hard and he is actually going to put in effort to make the program last. I don't think I could live if it sucked. Phoenix actually had a pretty good band, especially considering I was in middle school. I actually had to try a little to stay first chair clarinet. Our band director was pretty nice too. He actually let us play grade 4 and 5 music when most band directors would have made us play grade 2 or something. We never did play grade 6 though...

"I'll pick you up around six," Charlie interrupted my thoughts; "I should get home from the station in time so I shouldn't be too late."

"Sure ch…dad" I never could get used to calling him dad. I got out off the car with my clarinet and water and got ready to meet my doom. You see, I am a very clumsy person and it is August 1st, that means that marching season starts today. From 8 am until 6 pm I get to practice marching. Did I mention I'm clumsy? I'll make a fool of myself before I even get through my first day

I got into the registration line. There were actually quite a bit of people in line. This school must have a huge marching band. I wonder if color guard and drum line are even included in this line. That's a lot of people to watch me trip and fall on my butt.

"Hey," the boy in front of me turned around to face me; he had to look up at me because he was pretty short. "my name is Mike Newton and I'm a sophomore," he had spiky-blonde hair and his face was one of those very round, young looking faces that look like they will never look mature.

"I don't think I've seen you before. You're a freshman I'm guessing, right?" he continued after I didn't reply right away. That was really weird, how could he tell? Most people I've ever met thought that I looked older than a freshman.

"Yeah, how can you tell that I'm a freshman though? My names Isabella Swan by the way but I prefer Bella." I replied to him. Am I dressed wrong? Do I look like a deer in headlights? Mike just laughed.

"Well, for starters, you aren't wearing a hat. Anyone who's ever been to marching band before knows that you always want to wear a hat. It doesn't matter that today's the first day; you are going to want a hat we will be outside so long.

"Second of all, I don't think that's really enough water." Mike pointed to my water bottle, which held about two cups of water. I glanced at his water and he had one of those jugs that looks like it held about a gallon of water. He must have seen my eyes bug out because started to tell me I could borrow some of his if I needed to. He didn't stop talking after that either.

I have no idea what he was saying because I started looking around. I noticed that Mike had a trombone case with him. The girl in front of him had a clarinet case like me. Her name was on her clarinet case. Jessica it said in huge gaudy stickers. Hopefully she's not one of those people who have flower stickers all over her clarinet. People like that absolutely annoy me. It's a very expensive instrument and these people are defiling them with stickers!

In front of Jessica was a boy that looked oddly familiar. "Jacob?!" I practically shouted. He whirled around wondering who said his name like that. He saw me and came bounding over like an over-eager dog with his trombone. Mike glared at him, I guess he thought since I hadn't shoved him away yet I was his or something. The glare on his face was kind of cute but a little creepy. I hope Mike didn't think I would actually go out with him. I don't really want to go out with anybody, I mean, who would want to go out with me anyway?

"How have you been Bella!?" Jacob inquired enthusiastically, "I haven't seen you in ages; I thought you fell in a pit or something." He was always very old looking and big for his age. Right now he was about six inches taller than my five foot four.

Jacob had been my best friend since I was really little. Every summer when I came to visit my dad we would always hang out with Jake and his dad a bunch. Fishing was not the greatest but at least Jake was tolerable.

Jake walked over and gave me a big hug, all the air whooshed out of my lungs. "Umm…Jake, kinda need to breathe." He turned a little red and backed off. I laughed a little to show he was forgiven.

"Who is this little boy?" Jake asked. I had actually completely forgotten about Mike it was so nice to see Jake again.

Mike guffawed and drew himself to full height, which was not very high, and puffed out his little chest. "I will have you know I am a sophomore, not a little boy." He said, "My name is Mike Newton and I was just informing Isabella,"

"Bella," I interrupted

"whatever, that she may want to bring more water next time but that she would be free to borrow mine anytime she wanted." After Mike finished Jake chuckled a little.

"Who's next?" a voice asked from under the registration tent. I blushed and hurried forth while Jake and Mike were arguing and insulting eachother. I hadn't realized that the line moved forward.

When I came forward the lady under the tent gave me a bunch of forms to fill out. "My name is Mrs. Cullen," the lady said in her gentle, motherly voice, "The students call me Esme though, this band is a family and we need to be comfortable with one another. I am the assistant band director here at West Forks High School and my husband is the head band director."

Esme passed packets to Mike and Jake; apparently they had followed me when I left them. We followed the flow of other band students. They were all heading through the doors into the school and, I'm assuming, to the band room. I gasped at all the people sitting on the floor. There had to be about a hundred people scattered throughout the room. Either there were a lot of students in this school, or everyone in the school was in band. Jake led the way to an empty spot somewhere in the back and I followed him. Mike followed me.

In the front of the room there was a podium. Right now it was empty but I assumed Mr. Cullen would be coming soon. In the meantime I let my eyes wander around the room. Leaning against the wall was this really big guy. He wasn't overweight big but he had huge muscles. He must do weights a lot to get that buff. Leaning on the wall next to him was a trumpet or saxophone case, I never could learn the difference.

He was staring across the room very intently. I followed his gaze and felt my confidence plummet from its already low state. The girl he was staring at was absolutely stunning. She was tall and lean with an amazing figure. She also had hair like gold waving gently down her back. Her face was flawless and her dark eyes captured your attention immediately. She was also staring at the buff dude. Another quick glance around the room and I saw that the buff one wasn't the only guy staring at her. Even Mike was sneaking a glance at her every now and then.

Chatting animatedly with the tall girl was a very small girl. She was even smaller than Mike but she didn't look young or immature. She had very sharp, pixie like features, especially her hair. Her hair was very dark and out of control. It wasn't sticking up but it was definitely choppy and layered. Her clothes fit her perfectly and you could tell they were designer. I started to wonder how she was going to march in those clothes. At least she was wearing sneakers…

I started to feel like I was staring so I looked around some more. The sheer amount of people in band was overwhelming. I was actually going to have to get to know all of these people. I was looking towards the door when a tall honey-blonde guy carrying a saxophone walked in. This time I could tell the difference between a saxophone because it was a tenor sax and definitely bigger than a trumpet case.(tenor is lower therefore bigger than alto) Also he was wearing a t-shirt with a huge picture of a saxophone and the words Tenor saxophones UNITE! written underneath.

A couple minutes after the blonde-guy walked in, a bronze haired guy walked in. I knew I was staring. He was intriguing. He had very dark eyes, and very pale skin. He was also wearing jeans in the summer and a black t-shirt. He didn't make eye-contact with anyone and he just walked over and stood next to the wall with the buff guy. They looked pretty similar, especially with regards to skin color and the straightness of their features. In his mouth was a reed that he was sucking on but from the back of the room I couldn't see what instrument it belonged to.

Jake saw where I was staring and started chuckling, semi-loudly. "Reedsucker," he whispered in my ear. I hope you don't do that. It's just creepy." I looked at Jake shocked and saw he was joking.

"Well you're a spit-dumper," I said pointing to his trombone.

Jake just smiled and held is head high, "it is actually condensation I'll have you know" he said in a 'look at me all high and mighty' voice. We started laughing and Mike not wanting to be left out started laughing too.

People started staring at us because we were being so loud. The bronze-haired boy looked over too, and I could swear he was laughing at us in his head. I blushed and looked away. At that moment a man walked into the room and stood on the podium at the front of the room. He was pretty young and a shocking blonde. He looked like he could be in a movie. Maybe this was a movie. I glanced around the room for cameras expecting someone to start saying something about this one time at band camp. There were so many people in band it had to be fake.

"My name would ordinarily be Mr. Cullen but we are all a family here so you may call me Carlisle. I will be your band director for the remainder of the year. Who's ready to get started?" Everyone cheered and he held up a huge stack of paper. "Flutes come and get your music." A bunch of girls, probably twenty, and maybe five boys walked up to get music.

Carlisle called people up section by section to get their music. Flutes, clarinets, alto saxophones, tenor saxophones, barry saxophone, trumpets, mellophones, baritones, trombones, and sousaphones. Apparently the color guard, pit, and drum-line were gathering somewhere else. Wow, this band was huge.

I took a peek at my music a gaped at it. I'd never seen anything with so many runs and complex rhythms.

"Alright, let's go out to the practice field and we'll start working on our marching before it gets too hot outside. We'll come in around eleven to practice music, lunch will be at one, then we'll practice music from three to four and after that it's marching until you get picked up." Carlisle told us as he wrote our schedule on the white board behind him. Esme led us all outside. I gulped, marching first; must I be doomed to embarrass myself before the day is even over?!

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