The Official Fluter's Catalogue
PG-13
Summary: I play the flute in marching band. Follow me throughout each day as I record my experiences in this fan fiction. All real-life. Nothing is made up. Just real, harsh, gripping facts of what it's like to be a teenage girl who plays the flute. And trust me, my life isn't dull.
Category: Marching Band
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Marching band may be over, but I'm still not over it.
Today was the first Friday that there wasn't a football game. It felt almost wrong; I felt guilty sitting at home, as if I should be out and doing my duties as a marcher but there was nothing I could do. I did a little ritual, however, kind of paying my respect to marching band, like a goodbye ritual.
Well, all I did was put on one of my gloves and sneeze. But it was done with passion and grief!
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I'm not sure what to say. I'm sure in a minute my fingers will be flying over the keys but right now I'm stuck. How can you write a marching band fic when there's no marching band? It's like trying to eat a jawbreaker with your gums. It's not possible. Okay maybe it's possible but a painful process.
I have always wanted to belong to something.
I have always dreamed of being a part of some kind of society where you know everyone and are accepted. Band is kind of like that, it's one great big club except anybody can join.
Anyway, I'm going to try and do something no one has ever done before: since I can't write about the past when I was in marching band this year, I think I'll look into the future. Here goes nothing.
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Epilogue
Julie and her two friends Kayla and Hayley held each other in their arms the last day of marching band. They were seniors, and had known each other for many years. Each girl had memories preserved now in her mind to look upon whenever she fancied. They were memories far more precious than the elixir of life. They were the days they had found themselves and realized what friendship was, and caring and what being cared about felt like.
Julie went on to Dalton State for a few years. Her ambition was to play in the marching band of another college when she transferred. She knew marching band was something you could continue; it didn't have to end after high school, and she was taking this opportunity by the hand. She was single, having gone out and broken up with Caleb several times, and realizing there are so many more people to come, moved on. She would meet the person of her dreams later in life, and that's a whole other story all in itself.
Hayley also went to Dalton State for a few years, as long as it would take before she could transfer to the college of her dreams that had accepted her without blinking. She was majoring in environmental engineering and would later in life have enough money to buy a large house in the country side, away from the busy hum of life and people. She had found her soul mate by now, and they were living happily together and would for many years to follow. The couple owned a vacation house in New Orleans, and often stayed many summers there in the seclusion of the bayou. Her husband often through parties there, and people would dance outside by the Mississippi river, the sky flecked with fire flies and the warm summer heat wafting over them. Hayley would watch from a bench under a willow tree nearby. She would rather admire from afar than join them.
Kayla went on to play professional baseball after high school on a famous team. It was a men's team and she was the first female to play in an all men's league. She was in magazines and newspapers and even had her own baseball card. In her spare time she wrote poetry and novels and had many of her works published. Her biography stayed in the number one slot for two months in bookstores. People flocked to buy it, and sometimes if you were lucky enough she would be there to sign it for you. Kayla was happily married to her high school sweet heart whom she had known as long as she could remember. They had met in marching band and in her junior year they began going steady. He proposed to her one night at a football game.
All three girls went on to have children of their own and they all kept in touch. Their kids often played with each other and they became good friends as well. It would have not all been possible if it weren't for marching band. Marching band helped them find themselves and discover their true potentials. They would remain best friends for as long as time would allow it until their deaths. They would die happy, knowing they lived out their dreams and had lived amazing lives. They wouldn't have wanted to change it for the world.