Disclaimer- I am not William Shakespeare. If I was I would be a dead British man. And I'm pretty sure I'm not.

I don't own Marching Band, it owns me

Act One, Scene Two

The day after the fight, Adrian seeks out Lord Jack. He finds the senior outside practicing his trumpet. It is a beautiful instrument, old but still shinning. Jack notices Adrian's stares and turns to him.

"Yes, it is a lovely horn, isn't it?"

"Yes, my Lord," Adrian replies.

"It was my grandfather's horn, and his grandfather's before him. I only wish that Rowan will have a son so that this trumpet can continue its life journey."

"My Lord…I think I may be able to help you." Adrian started.

"How so, my son?" Lord Jack asked. He was interested now.

"Will you walk with me?" Adrian asked. "I don't know about you, but I always think and speak better when I'm moving at the same time."

"Ah yes. I have found that true as well." The senior stood. "Well let's get going."

The pair made their way into the town, walking past stores selling sheet music, instruments, and other assorted things. Lord Jack stopped at a stall to look at some valve oil.

"Sir…I have seen that your daughter is growing up fast…" Adrian said.

"Yes, that she has. Her mother and I have spoken about finding her a husband." Jack muttered, involved in the valve oil.

"Sir, with your permission of course, I would like to marry her. She is a beautiful young woman, and it would be such a same to see her become an old maid." Adrian said in a rush. He was quite nervous. He had become smitten with the talented trumpet player within a matter of weeks. Her father looked away from the oil and looked at the young man standing before her.

"While I think she is too young to get married yet, if she was ready, I would want you as her husband. You are a good man, Adrian, of good blood, and taste. I will tell you this, son." He added, as he saw the young man's face fall. "We are having a masquerade tonight. Be there. You will have a chance to win Rowan's heart there. Although I feel she will not need much persuasion." At this, Adrian smiled at the Lord. Jack clapped Adrian on the shoulder and after paying for his valve oil, walked around town with the junior, discussing the party and Rowan.

William sat on the floor of the band room and sulked. He had been in a terrible mood ever since Grace dumped him.

All because she didn't want a distraction! How could I be considered a distraction?! I thought she loved me, I loved her! Oh unrequited love…William's thoughts alone kept him company. And it will stay that way forever. I will never love again. It shall be my thoughts and I alone for the rest of my life.

"Hey William!" Benji cried, spotting his friend.

…My thoughts, myself, and Benji…

"Hey Ben," William sighed.

"Oh come on are you still hung up on Grace?"

"You have never experienced her, Ben! She has more beauty then all the guard girls combined, it's more powerful then the sun during band camp. I love her more then my sax, she's like a new reed to me; refreshing and-"

"Cut the lovey-dovey crap Will, you're makin' me sick."

"Glad to know you care Benji. My heart's been broken! I'll never love again!"

With this proclamation, William buried his head into his hands. Just then, a young brass servant entered the band room, looking lost and confused. Benji, being the kind soul he was, beckoned the freshman over to him. He knew the boy, whose name was Fred. Fred was a confused boy, who could never remember a thing. He could not read music, so they stuck him in the pit (a/n no offence to any one who plays pit; p). He had been serving the brass ever since he accidentally stepped on a trombone, and destroyed the poor thing.

"What is it? You look completely lost." Benji asked Fred.

"I'm supposed to deliver these invitations to the Brass Mask Party. Except I can't remember anyone I'm supposed to give them to!" Fred cried. He would be in so much trouble if he didn't deliver the invites right. He shuddered at the amount of laps he would be forced to run.

Benji looked from the servant to his friend, who still has his head in his hands. It was then he had an idea.

"Oh Fred…I know for a fact that the brass wanted us to come to that party! William and I were both invited." In Benji's mind, a party with many pretty girls would get his friend out of the dumps.

"But aren't you woodwinds?" Fred asked, worried.

"Oh we were…but…uh…we also know how to play brass." It was a far fetched lie, but Fred didn't notice.

"Oh okay! See you at the party, Masters Benji and William!" Fred bowed and skipped out of the band room. When he left, Benji nudged William.

"Have you been listening Will? We're going to a party tonight! You can let loose and have some fun! What do you say?" Benji asked his friend excitedly. There was no way he could say no to this!

"Sure whatever. As of now, I don't care who sees me. I just want to die."

"I bet Grace will be there." Benji whispered tauntingly. William's head shot up.

"Do you think she'll take me back??" William asked excitedly. He would do anything to get his Grace back.

"Maybe. But maybe you'll find someone even more beautiful! Someone you'll end up marrying!" But William wasn't listening. He was plotting all the ways he could win back Grace.

And it continues…reviews please!