By Kait
Welcome!! I forgot this in the last chapter, so:
1- Oboe is not a girly instrument. Three of the five oboe players in my band are guys.
Also, why I chose the various instruments for the others:
Yusuke: Trombone: Yusuke and my Cousin (the one at MSU) have similar attitudes and looks, he just reminded me of him.
Hiei: Percussion: he seems like the kind of guy who likes to hit things.
Kyle (OC): Alto Sax: I love the sound of Altos! Sopranos are okay, but altos are the best by far.
I played with the characters ethnic backgrounds.
Now, the disclaimer: If I owned this I would not have to write here, no?
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Kurama was ushered into the main 'castle', as he decided to call it. He followed Yusuke, Hiei, and Kyle to the line, which had only a few people in it.
"Follow my lead." Kyle told him grabbing a tray. Kurama followed suit. The boys walked down the line, Kyle pointing out various foods, "All the good ones" he said.
Kurama ended up have rice and a small piece of fish for lunch- the only things he could identify.
"So, 'Rama, why'd you decide to come here?" Yusuke asked through a mouth of Raman.
"It's supposed to be the most prestigious school in the world with a band program, I figured I could keep my mom happy with the generals, and myself happy with the band program." Kurama said informatively, "Please don't call me 'Rama!'"
"Okay." Yusuke said eating more Raman.
"How'd you three end up in here?" Kurama asked starting his rice.
"My Parents are Russian diplomats here, I go here on Russia's dime." Yusuke grinned.
"Classified," Kyle said, He received a glare from Yusuke. "He doesn't need to know why I'm here! And it is classified, I shouldn't have even told you!"
"His father is-" Kyle covered his mouth. The two had a glaring contest.
"Break it up children." Hiei said, "I'm the heir to a billion dollar fortune."
"Really!?" Kurama gasped, shocked.
"Yeah, and Blondie over there is the son of the president of the United States," Hiei said frankly, "Hurry up and eat, you three, I have a sectional today."
"You're actually going to a sectional?" Kyle and Yusuke gasped together.
"I always go to sectionals, you two just never pay attention." Hiei told them.
"Done!" Kurama said, dumping the paper tray in the garbage.
"C'mon you two, new kid eats fast then you." Hiei jeered them.
"Ha, ha," the other two boys said dumping the remainder of their meals in the trash.
The four boys walked out of the castle, Kyle and Yusuke arguing about if cheese tasted yellow (Sorry, I read that somewhere, I love that line!).
"Will you to stop?" Kurama asked politely as they entered their dorm room.
"Sure, besides, everyone knows you can't taste yellow!" Kyle and Yusuke said together, causing Hiei and Kurama to give them a double take.
Hiei go out his drumsticks and a set of crash cymbals. He beat the end of his bed idly.
Some one hit the door three times. The door was opened and a girl with blonde lavender highlighted hair popped her head in the door. She had light blue eyes and was wearing blue jeans and a sky blue hooded sweatshirt.
"Hey guys, percussion, flute and Oboe sectionals right now." She said, pulling her head from the door when Kyle shouted, "Wait!!"
She stopped, "What?"
"Can you take Kurama to the oboe sectional with you? I don't entirely trust Hiei in actually getting him there," Kyle asked, giving her a pleading look.
"Sure, c'mon Kurama, Hiei, lets go!" she led the boys out of the room; Kurama grabbed his oboe as he followed them out.
"Hiei, why wasn't I told of this until, five minutes ago?" he asked quietly.
"I don't keep track of this kind of thing, don't try the idiots back in the dorm, they're worse then me about it." Hiei told him, Kurama sighed in reply.
"So, miss, may I ask you name?" Kurama came up beside the girl.
"Sure! I'm Riana Sparks, you can call me Ana for short." She said grinned, she looked at her watch "Shit! We're going to be late!! Run!"
They ran to on of the cottage like buildings, it was big enough to be a gym, but when they got in it, the entire place was carpeted and had various instruments scatter across the floor by what appeared to be a shelf.
There where three groups scatter across the room, one had primarily guys in it, Hiei waved and walked over to join them, the other two had mostly girls, but there was a fistful of boys present, too.
Ana took Kurama's hand and led him over to a group with three guys and four girl stood with oboes in their hands.
"Hey guys! Let me introduce you to Kurama, he's the new Oboe!" Ana cried to them enthusiastically.
The others replied with an enthusiastic cry, Ana, who appeared to be their leader, dragged Kurama into the group.
"Everyone, this is Kurama, he's the new Oboe from Japan. Okay, everyone crowd around me for the briefing. This year, since the percussionists are lacking, they will come and steal flutes and Oboes, for there are more than enough of us. Lets go merge with the flutes." Ana delivered the message quickly and the section took the order quickly and they went over to the flutes, they stood and talked for a while before some one clicked drum sticks irritably.
"Good morning everyone! Since you all know that we lost practically our entire drum line to last years seniors, we will be stealing you people. We'll probably take five or six of you to join the line so we have a full drum line, if we take more, there's a reason for it, you might have to wait for the answer though. Those of you who don't know me, my name is Aaron Bostitch, and I, and your drum major." Said an African boy dressed in khaki pants and a white short sleeved button-up shirt.
"Clap, clap, clap. Aaron, we, unlike you, don't have to to gloat every five minutes, so just do what ever you want to see who you want for the line so we can get on with our lives!" a flute from the back of the group shouted at him, almost everyone clapped in agreement.
"Alright, here we go, I want the men on the left, the ladies on the right." Aaron ordered, "Now, everyone get a practice pad from the box in front of you and a set of drum sticks. Lets see, 16 flutes, 11 oboes, 27 total, 8 of us, 3 or 4 oboes/flutes to an experienced percussionist, who will play on pads. Go!"
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sorry about the cliffy, this has been sitting in my computer for over a month and I wanted to finish it up quick, R&R please, flames excepted.