A/N: That's right; I wrote a fanfiction on band camp and mixed it with brawl characters. Call me a nerd, because I'm proud of it! This chapter is really just an intro to the real story, meaning there are arrays of characters that have yet to be introduced. My companions and I thought of all of this at our actual band camp and during the marching band season. I'm having so much fun with this and will be posting again soon. Enjoy!
After much anticipation and waiting, the students were finally allowed to enter the grey hound bus and take their seats. Their minds were clouded with excitement, all anxious to start the long awaited festivities at their destination. Over the next week, the high schoolers would be spending their time at a college two hours north of their hometown. It was the week that they knew will be full of mediocre food and exhausting hours, but they looked forward to it nonetheless.
It was the week of band camp.
By the end, everyone would be sick of music and marching (even the directors), but the traditions and ingeniousness of band camp would be worth it. Anticipation swarmed around the band students as they took their seats. There was a slight disappointment amongst the seniors, for they knew this would be the first official step towards graduation at the end of the year. It would be the first and last time they could be the most experienced in the band and show the freshman the ropes.
Two talented seniors made their way towards the back of one of the buses. Both boys were of medium height and normal weight, and were clearly isolating themselves from the underclassmen. The one that was slightly taller and skinnier sat on the isle side of the seats. This boy had midnight blue hair that grew slightly beyond his ears and large cerulean eyes that attempted to hide under his blue locks. His wardrobe consisted of muted colors, jeans, and heavy jackets, which often kept him unnoticed by many at his high school. This was a good thing because the boy was shy and kept to his own interests, one of which being the clarinet sitting in its case in his lap.
"Excited, Marth?" His friend sitting in the window seat asked. Marth nodded and smiled warmly at his comrade. His friend's wild black hair swayed as he turned, expecting Marth to speak again.
"What about you, Meta?" Marth inquired, continuing the conversation.
"I'm can't wait to be first chair." Meta said proudly, flashing his white teeth in a mischievous grin. Marth laughed at his friend, knowing how long he had waited to be the leader of the drum line. Meta strived to be the best, and finally there were no more upperclassmen standing in his way of being number one.
"What about the freshmen?" Marth continued. "Think any of them stand a chance of being in Wind Symphony?" Most of the time freshmen didn't make the upper band after the marching season was over, but there were always a few exceptions every year.
"Nope." Meta said, his yellow eyes meeting Marth's gaze. "It'll just be me, a few seniors, and the juniors. Even if a freshman did have the talent to be up with me, I wouldn't let him get a very good chair. You need experience to play the stuff that we do." Marth nodded in agreement, but didn't speak. Meta was so headstrong that sometimes he forgot things. Like the fact that Marth had gotten fourth chair in the upper band his freshman year. "So it looks like you'll be first chair again this year, my friend."
"Unfortunately." Marth groaned, leaning back in his chair.
"I don't get why you don't like first chair, Marth." Meta's expression became strained with confusion. "You've got the talent and the director loves you even though you're shy."
"You don't understand." Marth interrupted in monotone. "I just don't want to be the leader of anything. Being first chair means that I'm the leader." Meta could suddenly see the seriousness in Marth's round eyes. His voice may have hid his emotions well, but Meta could see the fear under his friend's barriers. Being best friends allowed the boys to look past the exteriors of each other and respect what the other was feeling deep down. Meta had momentarily forgotten that Marth's shyness ran deep; it wasn't just a part of his personality. The drummer dropped the subject at that point, not wanting to make his friend more uncomfortable.
The two friends sat in silence for a long while, both listening to the low hum of the highway beneath the bus. Towards the front of the Grey Hound, two girls sat together, also best friends, also seniors. Both girls had golden hair that reached the middle of their backs and sapphire eyes that left many boys speechless. The one named Peach was a few inches taller than her friend and had a more curvaceous body structure. Zelda was the more petite of the two, with more defined facial features. Peach was dressed in pink, her favorite color, and her hair was decorated with two glittering bows that held her bangs back perfectly. Zelda wore simpler clothes, just jeans and a slim t-shirt and merely had her locks pulled back into a braid that ran down her back. The two were quite different in personality, but still they found a way to be good friends.
Zelda was easily first chair of the flute section, but that wasn't always an easy fact for Peach to swallow. In fact, Peach was exceedingly jealous of her friend and constantly tried to break out of her shadow. However, her attempts were futile. Zelda had always been better than her friend and especially since it was senior year, she intended to keep her position at the top.
"I'm so excited for the marching season!" Peach giggled energetically. Her blonde hair shimmered when she moved.
"It'll be fun." Zelda replied with a warm smile. The two were sharing an iPod, each listening to pop music with one earphone.
"Hell yeah it'll be fun!" The girls both jumped at the voice suddenly interrupting their quiet conversation. They looked back to see a boy with blue spiky hair leaning over the tops of their seats. Zelda rolled her eyes.
"Go away, Ike." She mumbled. The muscular teenager draped his arms over the top of her seat and tilted his head to the side.
"Aw," He cooed, making a fake hurt expression. "Still not gonna be nice to me, Zelda?" The flutist glared at him in response. "That's too bad…I was hoping we could be friends." A mischievous grin flashed across Ike's face before disappearing instantly.
"Oh don't mind her." Peach said with a smile, trying to relieve the tension between the two. "She's easily insulted." Zelda shot her friend a look of confusion before picking up her iPod, wanting to end the conversation. "So how's the trumpeting going?" Peach asked in her bubbly voice as she removed her shared earphone.
"Awesome as always." Ike boasted. "None of the underclassmen can touch my mad skills." His face became tainted with an arrogant smile, but Peach didn't seem to notice. The only things she saw were his toned muscles and heart melting blue eyes. She was blinded by his exteriors and couldn't see the obvious high ego he was burdened with.
Ike wasn't bad though. He cared about his friends and was always loyal. Even though it may not have seemed like it, he did respect people and their boundaries. He was just a teenage boy and forgot his morals occasionally. He had been interested in Zelda since last year, not only because she was beautiful but also because of her first chair position. Peach tried her hardest to get Ike's attention when he fawned over Zelda, but thus far she was never successful. At first, Zelda had rejected the boy politely, but as he persisted, she began to let her irritation show. It wasn't uncommon for Zelda to be flat out rude to the trumpet player, which left Peach a little extra room to catch his interest.
Ike and Peach continued to have small talk while Zelda drowned them out with SafetySuit and other bands. The flutist looked out the window, lost in her own thoughts. She wondered what senior year would have in store for her and her future. Would she be accepted to the college she wanted? Would she get the grades she wanted? Would she ever have a high school sweetheart? Was band camp going to be any different now that she was the oldest?
These questions swirled in her mind as the countryside rushed by the window. Little did she know that this camp wasn't going to be a disappointment like years past. She didn't know what was in store for her in the coming days. She couldn't predict the opportunities that awaited her and her friends. It would be a week of new beginnings and realizations. This would be the best band camp yet.
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