A/N: better finish this before next season. Dang I'm a procrastinator.
Part Two. Cool.
The saxes began their intro, but it was drowned out (no pun intended) by the downpour drumming on any flat surface it could find- especially our hats. The flutes stood tensely, counting, awaiting our moment to move. 6…7…8… As I turned around in 4 counts the grass back at the waiting area- or its spirit- came back to haunt me. I almost fell. Cursing it, I glanced at the block- or what was left of it. No one had been accurate in the do-sa-do, since the aisle was blocked by a clarinet looking forlornly up at me. The woodwinds were supposed to slowly seep into partners and form some interesting image, but I didn't quite get the image part. To me, the form looked like a bunch of paired-off people that were lost and wandering around. Oh well.
My clarinet partner was also out of place. I'd changed my path to accommodate all the blockades, meandering around pointedly, awaiting the moment when the rest of the field would move, too. Somewhere to my right the rest of the flutes were already paired off, I thought with a pang of jealousy. Why did I have to be the one with the clarinet? There'd been lots of tweaking of my drill, since I was separate from the other flutes and yet not a clarinet. I'd tried staying put till the clarinets moved, or just moving even with him till the rest of the band turned around- in about 20 counts. It all looked weird.
Now, I was supposed to switch to backmarching when the clarinets stepped off. They'd just changed that a week ago, in time for the previous competition. I quickly rotated, realizing I'd almost missed it. Concentrate.
We didn't play yet. Flutes barely played in Part 2. I felt the music- was the music- let the French horn solo carry me aw—shoot. It was wet. How could I float away on a nice little pink cloud when my uniform was heavy with water? I turned around, putting my flute up, and hit it on someone's shoulder. The lip plate painfully bounced against my teeth, and I cursed the dent that I'd probably made. Stupid.
At least we got to play now. I tried not to slip on the muddy grass, and missed a note. Shoot. How stupid was I? How many more mistakes was I going to make today? I halted just in time. Close one.
Our next move was a turn, executed in complete silence. A true crowd-pleaser. Applause and screams spread outwards from our supporters to the other bands watching. My heart swelled with pride, yet again. Gotta love those cheers! We continued taking tiny steps as our curves tightened, and the trumpet solo began. Insanely high, it screeched through the rain, sending shivers down my spine. I could imagine the soloist's face, reddening… reddening… reddening…and then it was over. The drum major cut off the last chord, and there was silence.
Well, almost. The ever-present drumming of rain intensified, I could feel it in my shoulders. Our plumes shook gently in the wind, sending droplets into faces and instruments, making me long for the hot weekend practices.
Suddenly, the applause died down. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and I felt ready for anything. But was I?
A/N: boredom. I wrote a 7th hev fanfic!!! Dang I'm bored.
