A/N-This is my second foray into the Marching Band fanfic scene. Hope you enjoy!
The band owns me, and Dead Poetic owns "Hostages"
This will be a longer fic then my other one and it'll take me longer to update on this one.
Did You Miss Me?
Chapter 1-Look What The Cat Dragged Back In
Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought.
I could have reminisced for hours.
But right now you are all I get to remember.
I'm waiting for something to get through to you.
I'm waiting to see a truer side of you, and we're...
Hostages-Dead Poetic
The air was hot that early June night. Most teens would be at home, celebrating the last day of finals, or out at Julie's, the local ice cream hotspot. But tonight was the very first meeting of the Sycamore Falls High School Marching Band. And tonight was the night that my life would change forever.
I didn't know it. No one did. We had our slew of freshies and newbies as always, but there was another one. He was going to be a junior in the fall, like myself. We had such a history together.
I went to the school early to help set up the room for the meeting. I had gotten the position of High Brass Captain at the band's banquet last month. So in order to make a good impression, (alright, and show off my title a bit. I can't help it…trumpet cockiness, you know?) I wanted to see if there were any early rookies or any music needing copying. Be a good girl. Suck up to director and drum major. The normal things.
I pulled my practice horn out of the backseat of my car and hurried inside. I was totally excited for this season to begin. The rookies we had seemed to at least know how to read music, which was a major improvement on last year's bunch. Our show was new and exciting…and Latin. We had never done a show this bold or brassy before. I was planning on whipping the trumpets and mellos into shape fast so we wouldn't be rushed at band camp. I had a vision for my sections to be bold and gleaming. I wanted to strike fear into the hearts of our competitors.
The band room was empty except for a boy in the back row of chairs. He had a trumpet in his hands. From what I could see of it, it was a good horn. Not the one you'd see at a band practice.
"Hey, you here for marching band?" I asked the kid. He looked up from polishing his horn. He was pretty cute, with thick black hair that was shaggy in a non-emo way.
"Yeah…I'm new to the district again. I went here a while ago. I'll be a junior this year." The boy said. "You?" He looked up at me. His eyes were an amazing shade of blue-green.
"Yeah, I'll be a junior too. Sydney Roberson, High Brass Captain, at your service." I bowed sarcastically. He started laughing at me.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"You really don't remember me?" Pretty Eye Boy asked, doubled over in his chair.
"Um, no, should I?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Syd, it's me! Dear ol' Jamies! Your bestest buddy evah!" He cried, jumping up to shake my hand enthusiastically.
James Daly was back in my life. This could not be happening.
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