By: The Pirate Illusionist
Disclaimer: I don't own marching band, although I wish I did. This is based on true events. Names are changed for privacy.
I loaded the case into the van with a sigh. My mom waited for me to get in as she put my lunch on my seat. Slamming the trunk door, I held back a sigh. It would be my first day of band camp. I was nervous and excited. Would my friends be there? Well, I'd have to go to find out. I slid into the passenger's seat as my mom started off towards the high school.
This year would be my 8th grade year. Who would have thought it would have come this fast? This year was the year band members could join marching band. My friends said they would be there. It would be my first day of band camp. Technically, the second but I had missed the first because of vacation. I was in Virginia at my cousin's house and the director knew I wouldn't be there, so it was all cleared up.
What I was more nervous of was the instrument sections. I was a clarinet player for all of my band years. Last year, I wanted to play trumpet. It was my brother's so the teacher made me play baritone. Who would have thought that I would have played baritone? I know I wouldn't have. Well, I'm stuck with it now.
I watched as the van pulled up toward the high school. My mom smiled at me and parked the van. We got out as I grabbed my marching baritone and my lunch and water. She walked in with me and nobody was there yet except the band director, Mr. Voigt. He walked up to me.
"You must be Riley. I'm your director. You'll sit over there by the other baritone player. Everyone is soon going to come," he said cheerfully.
"Ok," I said with a nod.
I said goodbye to my mom and she soon left. People started to come in. My friend, Taren came into the room. She was the other baritone player.
"Um...Riley, I think you should be over there," she said pointing towards the clarinet section.
I grinned and pointed to my case, "I'm playing baritone."
"Well ok. Cool," Taren said.
With that, people started to file out and into the parking lot for stretching.
A/N: I hope you like it. It's my first fan fiction. R&R!