Prologue

For any of you who had read my other fan fic, this is more or less the sequel. It is how Hewey gets accepted into one of the best corps in the country and how he lives through his ordeal. He is older now; about to be a sophomore in high school, this is in the summer. Now that that's over with, time to continue the story.

Chapter 1

-An Internet conversation between Hewey and Drew-

Hewey: ... So anyway, did you get the Crusader audition results?

Drew: I am downloading them right now think you got in?

Hewey: Nah, I did horrible at that tryout, but miracles do happen. You think you got in?

Drew: Not a chance.

Hewey: Haha, so how's the download coming?

Drew: Just finished downloading it.

Hewey: And the results?

Drew: Well I am not in it... HOLY SHIT!

Hewey: What, what happened?

Drew: You made it man! You're like 6th position! That's like better then half the list!

Hewey: Woah! I got to tell my parents!

At this point the conversation ends and Hewey shuts off his computer, after printing the results of course.

"Mom, Dad, I made it into the Crusaders!" Hewey said opening their door and suppressing a grin.

"That's great!!!" his parents said together, which made Hewey laugh.

"I am going to get to bed," Hewey said looking at his watch, which showed 1:30 am on it.

"You should call your director later today," his father said as he walked out the door and went into his room to go to bed.

"Today is going to be awesome," he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Hewey awoke on his own, the alarm not being set because it was summer and school was over. He rubbed his shaved head, which he shaved after he had lost a bet against a senior on the wrestling team. Hah, this is so great, he thought to himself, rolling out of bed and hitting the floor. Ow that hurt, he thought as he stood up and walked to his door. The sun through the windows, hitting the wrestling medals that were positioned above his bed, made the medals sparkle. Hewey exited his room, leaving the door open and his sheep dog followed him. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where his parents were already there, discussing something.

"Oh good Hewey your awake, me and your father have been discussing things, about you being in the Crusaders," his mom said as she smiled at him.

"Yeah so?" Hewey pressed trying to find an answer.

"Well your old trumpet is falling apart, I think were going to buy you a new one. We just ordered it, it should be here in about a week." His father said smiling at him, while shaking his head.

Hewey grinned and hugged both of them, before going back upstairs and onto the net. "This is going to be a long few weeks, before the camp starts," Hewey said to himself as his computer turned on.