Chapter Two: Changing on the bus sucks!
During our drive there I found myself drifting in and out of sleep, while my friend Jess listened to her CD player. It made me wish I'd brought mine. I sat up a little and looked around the bus to see what everyone else was doing. Most were just talking to one another while others had CD players and some were just goofing off. I rolled my eyes and sat back down in my seat. I looked out the window to watch the scenery or more like corn fields. Before I knew it though I had fallen back asleep and all of the noises around were drowned out.
The next thing I knew I was being shook from my nap. When I eyes opened I saw Jess facing me trying to wake me up.
"We're here so you'd better get up now!" she said to me.
I yawned and stretched myself out then stood up. Everyone around me was starting to stand up as well as we came to a stop next to another school's bus. I turned my head to the left to look out the other side of the bus to watch our other two buses pulled up to each other.
"Ok everyone you've got five minutes to stretch and go to the bathroom then be back here to change into your uniforms!" yelled one of our drum majors.
We all started too walked off the bus and made our ways to the bathrooms and or water fountains. When Jess and I walked into the large brick school we were amazed at how large it was for a school in the country. The competition was being held at a rather big and fairly rich looking school out in pretty much the middle of nowhere. It just looked so big compared to our crummy school.
After Jess and I went to the bathroom she and I made our way back to our bus. While walking back I looked around at all the other band members from different schools. They all looked so ready to do their best. Me on the other hand, well I was feeling a bit different.
Once back on the bus Jess and I walked back to our seat near and back and took out our uniforms from their bags. Changing on the bus was never a fun or easy task, but it was just one of those things that just couldn't be avoided. First I started to untie and take off my sneakers, and then I put my size 6 drill masters on. Next came the tricky part. This was the part where I had to remove my jeans without anyone seeing my underwear, preferably boys. I looked around the busy bus to see if any boys were looking in my direction, and luckily they were all too busy with their uniforms to care that a girl was about to take off her pants. It was a good thing my friend was next to me and I had the window seat.
Slowly I began to take off my jeans and let them slid down my legs. As I started to grab for my black slacks I was suddenly filled with a feeling of being watched. I looked up from the seat to see if anyone was watching, there was no one. As I went back to trying to put my slacks on, for a quick second I turned my head towards the window and just as soon as I turned my head back the other way, I turned it back to the window. There in the window of the other school's bus that was parked next to ours was a guy and he was wearing a rather large smirk on his face at the sight of me in my underwear!
I felt my face get hot and I quickly sank down in my seat trying to hide. How embarrassing! My mind yelled. I'm such an idiot! I shakily slipped my slacks on and stood up. I glanced over to the window to see if he was still there, but he was gone.
"What a jerk!" I said to myself.
I grabbed my shako and took my mellophone out of its case. Then I stepped off the bus and outside into the warm September day. I started to head over to a spot that was somewhat anyway from the bus where my section and I could warm up at. As I walked I couldn't help but look over to my right where the other was. I saw some members of their band gather their vanguard helmets and fixing their uniforms. Others were starting to warm up and some were just goofing off. Then I saw him! The one who had been watching through the window while I was in my underwear! He was standing by a group of people who I assumed were in the drum line since some were wearing their drums and others had sticks in their hands. He was putting on his snare drum while some ditzy looking girl was trying to get his attention. Hmph! What a twit! I thought to myself.
When I finally picked a good spot for my section to warm up at, I stopped and waited for them. As I waited I couldn't help but look over at the perverted snare drummer who had spied on me. He was tall, had dusty blondish hair, and looked pretty damn cute in that uniform…Wait! What am I thinking! I snapped the thought of my head by hitting myself in the head with my mellophone bell.
"Um Ally are you ok?" asked Kristen, a freshman mellophone player.
"Oh yeah! I'm fine!" I said quickly.
She gave me a weird look then started to play her horn. A couple of seconds later the rest of our small section came up and we all warmed up together. Soon our band director called us back over to get us ready for our parade show. As we walked over to him, I looked over my shoulder to see if the snare drummer was still there. He was playing what I figured to be their parade show. He looked so serious and every movement of his wrists were dead on. I couldn't help but watch him. As I stared suddenly I saw him smile. Is he staring at me!
"Um Allison you can join us as soon as your ready," my band director said to me as the rest of my band stared at me. I quickly ran to my spot in the center arc, my face was beet red.