A/N I was going to give up on this story and after this chappie I will. Unless I get bored again and come up with something else. This is just a random bit of story I came up with in marching band. As to the giving up part, no one has reviewed except one person, (thank you,) and I just don't feel like anyone is reading it. Plus, I am running out of ideas, I can think up a great story, but when I put it on paper, it sounds like crap. Oh and this has the names of my band teacher, and, well, some other people. Aiello is pronounced a-el-oh.

Or, eh-el-oh.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!!!! Well...except Gretkken, Rose, James, and anybody else you don't recognize...and the plot. (If I did, it would be nightcrawler...yum...)

"All right everybody; lets take Malaguena from the top...again." Mr. Aiello shouted as Gretkken, along with the rest of the band groaned. Gretkken shuffled her feet on the grass of the football field. This was the fifth time they were going to play this stupid song within 15 minutes! She saw one of the drum majors climbs the steps to the portable metal podium.

"Band! Ten-Hut!" the band major shouted as the she clapped her hands four times and the band replied...

"ONE!" Gretkken shouted with the rest of the people, bringing her feet together and her clarinet up in front of her.

"Band! Mark time, Mark!" the drum major shouted and clapped her hands again as the snare drummers started keeping time.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! The sound resounded throughout the empty bleachers as she started moving her feet, 'left, left, left,' she thought as she reached her spot on the field.

"Band! Halt!" the drum major cried as the drums stopped and everyone stopped moving.

"Band! Horns up!" she called as the band, in one swift movement, brought the mouthpieces of their instruments up to their mouths, and the drummers were poised and ready to play. The drum major start conducting as the band started playing.

'Rest, C, D, E, 1-2-3-4, C, D, E, D, C, 1-2-3-4.' Gretkken counted as she played and imagined the notes in her head. They weren't allowed to look at music when they played anymore, they had to have the songs memorized by now. She counted the beats as she moved to her next spot on the field. One of the color guard flags was in front of her, and the girl who was swishing it around seemingly kept bringing it closer and closer to Gretkken's face, although the girl wouldn't know since her back was to her. 'All right, measure 55, 1-2-3-4,' Gretkken thought as she played and counted as she made her last move on the field. At the last note, everyone lifted the ends of their instruments up in the air as they played the final resounding note.

"...2-3, down!" the drum major yelled as the band, in one, swift movement, brought their instruments back in front of them and watched Mr. Aiello expectantly.

"Alright, I want it just like that for the homecoming game, you can all go pack up now." He shouted and sighs were heard all over as people started walking slowly back to the school. Gretkken heard one of the tubas playing the Star Wars theme, she was pretty sure it was a guy named Zach, and she heard the rest of the tubas laugh. She was glad that she would get to stop playing these songs over and over when the football season ended. Marching band was still fun though.

A/N this is pretty much what happens at my marching band practices, and Zach really does play the Star Wars theme, and we really do play Malaguena 5 or 6 times. That and the Star Spangled Banner are getting so annoying! Da-nuh-na, Da-nuh-na-nuh-daaaaaaa... (Beginning of Malaguena.)