Hey guys! This is Gabbi... I mostly do anime and LOTR... but today I crack at the marching band section! This is my memoric-like life of my first year in marching band... this year! I is a WIP because it's still going and I hope you enjoy! I kept everyone's names because I can't picture them with any others... heh heh
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Kewl
By Gabbi The Brave XD
Based off true occurances
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Chapter One: Band Camp (Pt. 1)
If I told you the end of last year I was going to be in marching band, you would've thought "eh... fine... whatever". I didn't want to though.
I didn't want to join marching band! I was a band geek already! Not only did I do everything related to band, I also did Sax AND Clarinet! That's not cool.
And my grandma was dying, which sucked. But I digress.
My mom was in marching band when she was in high school and she was section leader of the clarinet. I got to go in eighth grade, instead because I go to a junior/senior high school. It was cool. I got to see my friend's 18 year old brother and stuff. Okay.
Even though I went to the first meeting, they didn't send me music, which was under the theme of The Beatals. We were doing "Hard Day's Night", "Hey Jude", "Elenor Rigby", and "Yesterday". So that seemed a little cool.
During August, my mom told me, "I got your music."
I freaked. "WHAT?! WHY?! I DON'T WANNA GO TO MARCHING BAND!"
She then gave me a speech on how much of a bitch I was and made me practice. Then I found out about band camp.
Band camp, as all people know, is a gruling cross marching band members have to bare. 9:00-3:00 under the hot, hot sun. It sucked, in other words.
But on the Monday, my mom rushed me out of bed and forced me to slab sunscreen all over me. She dropped me off and sped away. I walked inside, lugging my stupid black case I had put stickers on from a radio station to notice it from all the other cases.
"Hi, Miss Y! Hi, Mr. Peña!" I yelled, slightly chipper.
"Hi, Donna!" they replied. I love my music teachers, but not as much as elementary. I had these hillarious people that really got me into instuments and stuff.
"You're Donna?!" asked a voice.
I turned around. "Uh... hi?" I said blankly.
"I knew it! I made a call to you last night!" the boy gasped. He was kinda on the tall side. He was of Korean descent and had gelled black hair. He wore a Hollister shirt, shorts, and these old-man sandals. "Oh, I'm Walter! I'm the senior drum major!"
I could've laughed at the name he was forced to have (Walter?!) but I knew better. He could kick my ass or throw me out if he wanted to.
I was really early and I had to wait for my friends to come. Maura, Jessie, Lindsey, Chris, and Anna all came.
Maura was a really... unique person. She had an obsession with cows, wore really cool square-like glasses (currently at the moment, contacts) and highlighted brown hair. She had freckles under her eyes and braces, that I could recall on her forever. I knew her for awhile, now, but I didn't start being friends with her until June. Jessie was my best friend since Kindnergarten. We don't discuss about the time in fifth grade we fought, but we were buds! She was a whackjob with blonde hair she cut in May. It was passed her butt only months ago (I used to call her Lady Eowyn because of that). She had beautiful ocean eyes I had been envious of since I got into anime and pale skin. Lindsey was just Lindsey, plain and simple. She had stomach problems and she could kill you, on top of doing a cheerleading stunt. She had long brown hair and a face that reminded me of a depressed puppy at times. Then, there was Chris. Good old normal Chris. He was the only guy in the group I had in marching band. He had grown out his hair since I last saw him. It looked really cool. He has nice hair, I touched it many times. Before you start, we aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. I clearly stated to him that we could never date because I've known him too long, since fifth grade and it'd be like dating my brother; gross and incest. He had really cool blue eyes that reminded me of Elijah Wood and he was a bit on the chubby side, but it was in a cute kind of way (No, I don't like him). Last was Anna. She had long brown hair she always wore in a ponytail and glasses. She was very athletic and she taught me about Friday the 13th. Really.
I felt a little bit more comfortable, but I was still unsure of myself. A lot of people I didn't know and they were yukking it up like old friends.
"Doug?! How ya been?"
"Pretty good!" (blasts on Trumpet)
"Wow! How long has it been?"
"Mike! You grew your hair longer!"
I knew some people from my hall-roaming in seventh. I was fasinated by the Bisdale Twins.
The Bisdale Twins were Mike and Andy. They were an interesting pair. My best friend Caroline and me tried to find a way to break into their big party they had when Return of the King came out. They walked in a big prossetion to Blockbuster and walked back with them raising it to the sky. They made a shrine from the books, video games, action figures, and all their other accesories they found. I heard it was amazing and absolutely... beautiful.
When we all got settled, we went on the field to do basics.
The problem with Westwood is that we don't really have a football field on the premises. We have to go to another place to play, but that's okay. We all lined up to learn how to march. When that was over, I looked at my watch. "WHAT?! IT WAS ONLY AN HOUR?!"
We then were handed out coridinet sheets. I was handed a nameless one because I was forgotten on the list. It had the number 29 on it. My poor friend Jessie and I would be seperated, because the tenor sax she played was considered lower brass. We waved goodbye and I searched around. I looked at Walter and asked where I sould go. He said to Scott, my section leader.
All the saxes lounged under the tree. We were small, but we worked. We had Andy, who had his trademark alburn hair and emoglasses. He used to have it really long, inches passed his shoulder like his brother had it currently, but he cut it. He didn't want to look exactly like his brother. His brother played trumpet. Then there was Mike. I knew Mike because he was my brother's best friend's oldest brother. He was the one that gave me copies of the music. He had dark brown hair and slightly darker skin. He had nice greenish-blue eyes. His little brother had better ones, though. The other member was Maddie. She was in my grade. She was half Oriental and half English, so she had almond-shaped eyes, but European features. The last was my section leader, Scott.
At first I didn't feel very much attraction to Scott. He just looked like a guy. He wore his hair short, he had a friendly face and a sort of long neck. He wore some skateboarding brand of shirt and a pair of shorts and his very raggy Vans. "Hey! You in my group?"
"Yeah," I replied numbly, "I'm Donna."
"Kewl. I'm Scott, your section leader."
There was something funny about the way that he said "cool". It was literally "Kewl". It made me laugh.
He made me laugh.
The first day was very strange. I was very confused, but we learned the steps for the first drill, according to everyone, a first in Westwood's marching band history. I had instantly clicked with the lower brass section, because they were near us in the formations. They were cool. The two I was friends with were Paul and Josh. Paul had Scisillian skin and dark eyes, Josh was kind of built like a bulldog. They were funny in an evil-brother kind of way. I've known Paul for awhile through his younger brother.
They all helped me out, but I never thought I would meet the colorful people yet to come. I didn't know I would meet half the drumline or have an imaginary friend poof from the sky. But I guess that's the joy and the strangeness that is marching band.
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And... halt! I think I will work on this whenever I feel the need... I wanted to write, but I didn't want to write my fiction... I'm sorry I didn't update Magic of the Heart, I promise tomorrow!!! Thank you and have a great day!
Rock On,
Gabbi the Brave XD