(I'm back with another chapter! And this one also lacks Zim…sorry people. But I'll try to make sure the next one does have him in it. Maybe gir too. Anyway, you will now see the ruthlessness of drummers! Be afraid! Be very afraid!)

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Kat tapped her foot, slightly annoyed, waiting for the one line member who was late…Dib…He finally burst into the band room door, panting.

"Where have you been?" she asked, about to snap. If looks could kill, Dib would be very, very dead right now.

"I…lost track….of time…" he panted, "I'm only….three minuets late….."

"Let me give you a little tidbit of band philosophy before you go do your cymbal laps…" said Kat. "To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to be late. To be late is unacceptable."

"But no matter what you do, you're always late!" joked David, now clearly the class clown…and school hasn't even started yet!

Kat growled and handed Dib a pair of cymbals. "Everyone get set, meet me at the track. Johan!" (Yo-han)

"Hut!" he replied.

"Bring Dib's snare, stick and music out with you, since he has your cymbals."

"Hut!" Johan went to go do as she said.

"Alright, delinquent, come with me…" said Kat and Dib followed gravely. They walked in silence, through the band hallway, down the main corridor, down the girl's side locker room hallway next to the gym, and finally out to the track. Dib was holding the cymbals like concert percussion would, and he was wrong.

"That's not how you hold marching cymbals," said Kat in mono tone. She showed him the proper grip and form, by putting her hands through the loops and twisting around her hands around so that her palm was on the cymbal. Dib nodded and held them that way. "Ok, there are several degrees to flaws, and you only committed a 3rd degree crime. So you only have to run a lap with the cymbals at you side.

Dib's jaw dropped. "I have to run around the track with cymbals on my hands?" His hands and arms were already starting to get sore form the weight.

"Just be lucky it wasn't a 2nd or 1st degree crime…Then you'd really have something to complain about! Now get moving!" Dib started out at a jog and was surprised to see Kat running next to him. Of course she was probably only there to make sure he did his lap, but, oh well…

They finally made it around and Dib looked like he was about to topple over. Kat took the cymbals from him and gave them back to Johan.

"Ok, people! Everyone's doing one lap because Dib was late!" shouted Kat and everyone groaned. She looked over at Dib. "You too."

Dib sat up in chock. "But!"

"No buts, just do it. Let's go, people!" she yelled, leading the pack. She had to yell a lot more at the line in order to get them to do anything. Dib complied about and did his other lap…unfortunately, this gave him dirty looks from everyone in the line.

'Mental note to self…arrive at rehearsal 10-15 minuets early…' thought Dib.

"Ok, people, we're going to march around the track some more. Playing actual music now!" she shouted happily, more than was needed so.

"That's a no-go…" said Chuck, "Mr. Burk wants us out on the field for drill…"

"Oh, come on!" said Kat, "We never do drill until Hell Week!"

"No, it's for the gate swings and pivot crap…" said Chuck, "Apparently, it will be in our drill."

"Dammit…" muttered Kat under her breath. "Ok, fine, put all your drums against the fence…and get in a line…" she said very annoyed that MR. Burk had everyone doing this. It was pointless, the band couldn't march worth a crap. Even if their lives depended on it…Damn Andrew Lloyd Webber and his music…

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"Ok, this is the last day of our 5:00pm-8:00pm first week o' Marching Band Camp. Next week will be a killer. 9:00am-5:00pm…All day long, you'll be with us." said Mr. Helm.

"Yes, don't forget to bring plenty of water, Gatorade, whatever. But don't drink a lot of soda unless its diet and caffeine free. Wear light colors so you don't burn up, and please, PLEASE, bring sunscreen." said Kat, "We don't need crispy drummers. I'll provide a cooler for you all to put your drinks in. Hats! Hats will protect your head and keep it cool, you don't want to end up like David did last year!" everyone started laughing.

"I'm not supposed to be in the hot, blazing sun! Pit are supposed to be inside!" complained David.

"Whatever…" said Kat, "We'll also have special things set up for you guys everyday, so we'll tell you about it ahead of time. Speaking of, Monday is hat day, wear your favorite, or very odd hat."

"Don't forget to wear tennis shoes. Boots, sandals and flip-flops are no good for marching." said Chuck, "Anything else?"

"Sunglasses." said Beth, "We want you to be able to see. And definitely don't wear coats, meaning you, Dib."

"Yeah, you've worn that trench coat thing all week, don't you get overheated?" asked Tommy.

"No, not really…" said Dib, he didn't know if he had any shorts or light colored Tee's. He'll have to go look when he got home.

"Remember!" Kat cut in to draw attention back to herself and the other captains, "Marching and Music SOL's are next week, so memorize all weekend long!"

"Also, the order of songs are as follows," said Beth, "Phantom of the Opera, Jelical Ball, King Herid's Song, and Don't Cry for Me Argentina."

"Study them well." said Mr. Helm, "You WILL be graded." The former line members cracked up once again.

"Good luck and see you on Monday." said Kat and they all left the building.

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"Dut! Dut! Dut! Dut!" everyone was counting off, in duts.

"Dut! I can't hear you all dutting!" shouted Beth. "Dut or die! That's final and it WILL stand!"

"STOP!" shouted Kat, "Ok, I'm going to have you all dut individually, when I point, dut!" she pointed to Chuck.

"DUT!" he yelled.

"Very good," said Kat, she then pointed to Tory.

"DUT!" he responded. Kat gave a nod of approval. She pointed at Dib.

"Dut." He said. Kat looked at him.

"Did you say anything?" said Kat. "Do it again, louder this time."

"Dut!" he said again. It still wasn't satisfactory to Kat.

"Again!" she shouted.

"Dut!" he said with a little more emphasis.

"From the gut!" shouted Kat.

"Dut!" Dib was almost shouting.

"You're shouting at someone you really hate!" Kat screamed again.

"DUT!" bellowed Dib.

"Very good!" said Kat, "Now just do that every time and you'll be set."

Dib was amazed, he didn't think his voice would get that loud. He watched as Kat went to everyone, helping those who needed it, in the line. She never went near the pit.

"Pit doesn't dut." coughed David.

"That's exactly why you aren't real drummers." said Kat with a laugh.

"All you do is beat on your drum. Anyone could do that, it takes talent to carry a tune." said B.G. The pit people laughed at this.

"Maybe, but only lazy people who don't want to march go into the pit, talent or not." said Chuck.

"Ooohhhhhh." murmured most of the line members and a few pit people.

David shrugged. "Can't fight against that, we are lazy!" everyone was laughing now, save for Kat, Chuck and Beth.

"SET!" shouted Kat, "SET! SET! SET! SEEEEET! NO MORE TALKING!"

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(End chapter 3. hope you guys liked it. If you have any questions about what the hell any of the drummers are talking about, I'd be happy to clarify. And all really odd events and conversations are actual events and conversations taken from the drumline at my school. Plus I'm using a few actual names, including my own, if you can pick me out. XD But I'll be updating this one right after I update my other story. Plus I'm thinking of starting to put up The Monster…but it might be even too….random for anyone here….Oo;)