Hello, ADG here. This is my second story currently posted on Fanfiction. So between work and walking in step pep band practice I might not be able to update quickly. Anyway, I really have zero personal knowledge on marching band. My knowledge comes from the many stories I read on the internet. So, please correct me if I make mistakes in the upcoming chapters. Please enjoy.

Chapter One: the Steryotype is Broken, a girl Crosses the Drum Boundaries

She was forced to move, why? Because her father was thrown into Prison because of her cousin's large lying mouth. Her best friend even became her enemy. Now, after the fifth time of moving, a small town Band-geek is thrown into city life, her life was now officially over.

Never once did Aéropostale, Abercrombie and Fitch or American Eagle cross her mind. Brand names were never important, or at least, clothing brand names weren't. Names like Pearl, Remo, Ludwig and Vic Firth were always on her mind; that was the mind of a band geeky percussionist. One such percussionist was Ally Miller, an incoming junior at Woodlake Central High school.

The day of registration for the upcoming school year had finally come, which would explain why the school was flooded with students and parents yet a very minimal number of staff members. Only the fall sport coaching teachers and the musical directors were there. Ally Miller was one of the many students at the registration, she had decided to have most of her schedule be college courses so she could get the useless stuff out of the way and not pay a few thousand dollars on the classes that were unneeded. However, with this decision, the band geek had not signed up for Band, also because with this being her Junior Year, she would hate to be automatically placed in a band with the underclassmen.

As the girl got her schedule, she glanced at it and began to explore, somehow, she got caught up in a group of returning band kids and started to follow them to the band room, just out of band geeky personality. As she walked into the room, a slight gasp escaped her lips, trophies bordered the room on shelves along with large silky banners from competitions the bands in the previous year had gone to, but the sight that she was really gasping about was the percussion section, organized for concert playing, yet the "marching" equipment lined its borders.

As she got closer to the Percussion area, she was also getting closer to the director's office and the name on the door made her eyes widen, engraved in black plastic meant to look like obsidian was the name painted in white 'Donald Wilson, Director of Concert Band and Drum line Instructor'. With slight hesitation, the girl walked up to the door and knocked on it, but before she noticed that no one was inside, a massive shadow showed on the door, "Hey, it's that hick town girl that lives on your street Andy." A boy said calmly.

"I guess it is. Hick girl, get out of our area. No girls ever step foot into this section, the Principal even hesitates!" The boy that she figured was Andy said.

"And to think that she was knocking on Mr. D's door!" a younger voice taunted, "Mr. D is the manliest man, he would never waste time on some prissy girl."

As the insults continued the girl turned to face the boys, "So I guess it is true, city boys have no manners. Where I'm from, boys treat girls with respect, maybe not the helping out of cars olden days' respect, but none of them insulted a girl like this." She said calmly as she slipped her hands into her faded and grass stained jeans.

"Andy, Dominic, Demitri!" a stern voice called out, "Leave the girl alone. She may be from a small town, but Donny was her teacher, she could beat any of you in a challenge. Anyways, it is nice to see you Ally. I apologize for their rudeness."

The girl smiled and nodded, "They learn from their captain, don't they Sean. That was how you first greeted me." She said as she shook hands with the senior who had walked up to her, "The Youth Ensemble was boring this last year. I just stopped by out of curiosity; can you tell Don to call me? I need to tell him a few bad things, all of which he might freak out about."

The senior nodded, "You're not doing band…are you?"

She nodded hesitantly, "My schedule is almost all college courses. I love band and you know that…but I just can't do it here…plus, I'd probably be with the little Softies and Freshies. I should get going…" she said quietly, feeling slightly awkward, she turned and started to leave, not knowing that she was roll-stepping instead of walking normally.

"Ally! Play for a little bit, please! Just to show these incompetent baboons that you are not a girl to be messed with. There is that quint duet and we have two sets of quints." Sean called out almost pleadingly, something his fellow drummers had never seen before. However, he was not expecting the junior to tackle him, "Really? You're tackling me now, after the duet we're having an all out wrestling match before our walking in step band starts."

The girl that had tackled him nodded and got up, helping Sean up as well, "Alright then, Quint duet it is." She said as both of them walked over to the two sets of tenor drums, she was going for the really dusty set, but Sean took it out of politeness and let her use the better set. Within a few minutes the senior boy and junior girl were in the middle of the band room having an all out tenor war that had been written. And for the first time ever, the Woodlake Central High Drum line members saw their captain in his utmost glory and happiness as he played the duet with this still unknown girl. Another thing that they did not expect to happen happened.

The drum line instructor walked in and saw the captain of his little family encourage his number one rule to be broken, yet instead of yelling, he picked up a snare and put the harness on his shoulders and walked over to the Cymbal section leader and whispered something to him, then did the same to the bass drum section. Soon, the whole drum line was surrounding these two tenor players, improvising like heck to keep up with the two energetic percussionists. This was the life of Ally Miller, and now, she did not know if she wanted to throw it away.

This is my first Marching band story posted. Yes, I know there is a lack of marching in the first chapter, it is just set up. Also, my High School is severely lacking in the "Marching Band" department. We are more centered on classical stuff and just horsing around, so please, if you wish, leave tips on marching band stuff. The knowledge I have is as good as what is posted on here.