This is my first band fic. I'm posting the first chapter to see if any one
will read it. Review if you like it and review if you don't! And if you
have any ideas let me know! ~ alex
~Mitch's POV~
I am a band dork. I admit it. I'm a sophomore and the captain of the drum line. Yeah it sounds way out there but this is real. This is how I fell for a girl that is part of something that to a band person's ear the word is like poison. Drama.
~about 3 months ago~
I was standing behind my snare holding my mallets at attention. We just finished our last show of the season. Everyone was really happy. We were dismissed and Mr. Minor made one final announcement.
"Attention! We are looking for pit members for the performance of "The King and I". Sign ups are on the door. Okay you can go now." He said. Everyone rushed to leave however I stayed cherishing the moments of peace that were so rare in our band room. I breathed then started putting away everything. As I was finishing, the door swung open. It was my brother. Dan. He played trumpet then got interested in drama and is the stage manager for the show.
"Mitchy! Good show!" He said.
"Thanks." I said running my fingers over the wood on my mallets.
"So... are you going to sign up for pit? You should you know. Keep you in practice until the season starts again."
"I might" I said. I walked towards the sign up sheet. I grabbed a pencil that was duck taped to the door and signed my name.
"Great kid let's go!" He said clapping me on the back and leading the way out to the car.
~4 weeks later~
~Bridget's POV~
"You know what Tony?" I asked my best friend, who was helping me take off the pit covers.
"What would that be Bridges?" He was struggling to get his fingers in the ridge of the slab.
"I don't want to do this! Who said that we need stupid band people! We don't need accompaniment! That's why we have a CD player!" I exclaimed pulling up the slab and banging it on the stage.
"Bridges, we have to be nice to the band people. Under Dan's rules. And do you remember what nice is?"
"Tony I'm a freshman not stupid! And I will do all I can to be nice with in reason. But if the cross me! They will be hanging from the fly system with XLR cable." I said trying to get the next slab up.
"Okay Bridge." He said helping me pull it up. We pulled it back and banged it on the stage.
"And why are we doing this? It's their damn pit! They should do it! But they might hurt themselves!" I said, rolling my eyes and groaning.
"Striven! Lake!" I heard a voice coming up behind us. It was Dan. Or in our book 'mean guy that yells a lot'. "Lake, I thought I told you to be nice to the band people! Show some respect! Whether you like it or not we need them!"
"Dan, believe me there is nothing to like about them." I said.
"Okay Lake just because you're a smart-ass you get to work the microphones and monitors and levels in the pit! With the band. Maybe it will teach you something!" He ordered.
"That's not fair!" I yelled.
"Life ain't fair, Lake." He said flicking me on the forehead and walking away. Tony, knowing me so well, reached out and held me back. He had a bored look on his face.
"Bridges, they won't kill you. And if they did they would have me to deal with." He said puffing out his chest. I poked him in the chest and he sunk back.
To set the record straight, nothing will ever happen with me and Tony. He's like my brother. A very annoying brother. He was the first one to be nice to me when I came to this school and he has been my bro ever since.
I sighed and went to lift up another section of the pit.
**_____***
Yes? Or No? it will be dealing with the age old competition between band and drama. Review SVP!
~Mitch's POV~
I am a band dork. I admit it. I'm a sophomore and the captain of the drum line. Yeah it sounds way out there but this is real. This is how I fell for a girl that is part of something that to a band person's ear the word is like poison. Drama.
~about 3 months ago~
I was standing behind my snare holding my mallets at attention. We just finished our last show of the season. Everyone was really happy. We were dismissed and Mr. Minor made one final announcement.
"Attention! We are looking for pit members for the performance of "The King and I". Sign ups are on the door. Okay you can go now." He said. Everyone rushed to leave however I stayed cherishing the moments of peace that were so rare in our band room. I breathed then started putting away everything. As I was finishing, the door swung open. It was my brother. Dan. He played trumpet then got interested in drama and is the stage manager for the show.
"Mitchy! Good show!" He said.
"Thanks." I said running my fingers over the wood on my mallets.
"So... are you going to sign up for pit? You should you know. Keep you in practice until the season starts again."
"I might" I said. I walked towards the sign up sheet. I grabbed a pencil that was duck taped to the door and signed my name.
"Great kid let's go!" He said clapping me on the back and leading the way out to the car.
~4 weeks later~
~Bridget's POV~
"You know what Tony?" I asked my best friend, who was helping me take off the pit covers.
"What would that be Bridges?" He was struggling to get his fingers in the ridge of the slab.
"I don't want to do this! Who said that we need stupid band people! We don't need accompaniment! That's why we have a CD player!" I exclaimed pulling up the slab and banging it on the stage.
"Bridges, we have to be nice to the band people. Under Dan's rules. And do you remember what nice is?"
"Tony I'm a freshman not stupid! And I will do all I can to be nice with in reason. But if the cross me! They will be hanging from the fly system with XLR cable." I said trying to get the next slab up.
"Okay Bridge." He said helping me pull it up. We pulled it back and banged it on the stage.
"And why are we doing this? It's their damn pit! They should do it! But they might hurt themselves!" I said, rolling my eyes and groaning.
"Striven! Lake!" I heard a voice coming up behind us. It was Dan. Or in our book 'mean guy that yells a lot'. "Lake, I thought I told you to be nice to the band people! Show some respect! Whether you like it or not we need them!"
"Dan, believe me there is nothing to like about them." I said.
"Okay Lake just because you're a smart-ass you get to work the microphones and monitors and levels in the pit! With the band. Maybe it will teach you something!" He ordered.
"That's not fair!" I yelled.
"Life ain't fair, Lake." He said flicking me on the forehead and walking away. Tony, knowing me so well, reached out and held me back. He had a bored look on his face.
"Bridges, they won't kill you. And if they did they would have me to deal with." He said puffing out his chest. I poked him in the chest and he sunk back.
To set the record straight, nothing will ever happen with me and Tony. He's like my brother. A very annoying brother. He was the first one to be nice to me when I came to this school and he has been my bro ever since.
I sighed and went to lift up another section of the pit.
**_____***
Yes? Or No? it will be dealing with the age old competition between band and drama. Review SVP!
