Disclaimer: I don't own band(sigh) or any names of music, people, or objects that may be featured in this story. Those, obviously, belong to themselves.

Beginnings

It was my favorite day of the school year, the first day. I say this with great sarcasm. I had just moved to this school and this band. I had never heard of a band having a "Mighty Lion Band" tradition before, so it slightly puzzled me, because I had been to many schools with traditions, but not with proper names that everyones uses so seriously. I decided that I had better get a look at the band hall, you know, kind of get an idea of how the band is. I walked up, mind open, to the yellow-orange brick building and looked up at it. The building was trimmed with green around the roof and the large windows. There were other band members outside playing wall-ball on the side of the building and rails around the building save for the way to the door. There were other students scattered here and there, in band, ochestra, or friends of those who were. This is a good sign, I thought to myself. At least I know that band is a popular thing to be in at this school if the main hang-out spot is the band hall. I walked into the band hall to find that the inside was a bustle of band members setting up their chairs and stands for the first period class.

"Hello. You don't look familiar. Or look like a beginner either."

Startled, I turned around--and a stack of chair fell over. Please don't let these things start happening here, too, I pleaded in my mind. No surprise accidents, please.

I looked into the eyes of the source of the voice. I was looking straight into ice blue eyes. I then took a look at the owner of those transfixing eyes. It was a boy with black hair carrying a trumpet. He looked to be about my age, maybe a year older. His hair was a little long, to about mid-ear and was wearing a black shirt with with black cargos.

My kind of style.

"I'm Kaylee. I just moved here from out-of-state. I play baritone." I managed to get that out without sounding like the scared rabbit I felt like. What is wrong with me? I thought to myself. I have never acted like this before at any school.

"Well, my name is Daniel, but everyone calls me Danny. That over there," he pointed to a blonde- haired boy picking chairs up and setting them out, "is Deven. He plays trumpet like me. Next to him is Leith, plays baritone, Kaitlin, Hector, Lucas, Gabriel,( they are all boners), and Anna plays tuba."

I looked at all of the people in the band hall and wondered if they all knew each other. I've never felt what it was like to know people since you were little and still go to school with them, even now, so the thought was worth pondering over.

"What period do you have band?" Danny said interupting my train of thought.

"Fourth. Do you know which band that is? I really don't want to go through the day in total darkness." I was at ease now, at least I knew a few people. I knew the band's A and B bands were called the Symphonic Band and Wind Ensemble, the Wind Ensemble being A band. I was hoping that my last band director had sent something that regarded how well I played.

"That's Symphonic band, where I am." he stated a little matter-of-factly. Then a look came across his face. "I missed the applying thing last year," he added quickly.

" Don't worry, I would have known if you weren't dedicated because you wouldn't be at the band hall with your instrument at 5:30 in the morning," I said this with a slight smile that he was kind enough to return.

" I guess I'll see you in class, then!" he said a little cheery. With that he turned and walked over to the door with a sign over it that said PRACTICE ROOMS.

I was in the A band all of the year before, so I was a little reluctant to the idea if I had start all over again in the B band, but if I have to work my way up again, so be it. At least I know someone who could help me out if I need it. I can be kind of klutzy sometimes and those accidents that pop up around me, like the chairs, don't help the image. You see, I have a poltergeist, whom nobody believes me about. They are real, just not like they are depicted.

I was beginning to see the pattern in the chair set-up so I dropped my things next to the door ,with everyone else's, and got to work with everyone setting up the chairs.

NOTE: Names have been changed, events have been tweaked(slightly), and these are based on real events!

So how do you all like it? This is my first fan fiction and I know this is more about concert band than marching but I haven't gotten to marching band yet so I didn't want to insult anyone who was in MB. I want to know how to improve and what you all think so R&R!!