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Chapter Four: In No Time At All...

In no time at all, the students hated the new director. It had barely been a week and already girls who had laid claims on Mr. Berringer were denying that they ever felt anything for him. The guys, far from being jealous, were making up new jokes about him, saying such awful things.

Elissa, who split time between choir and band, felt so embarrassed she had had such a crush on him. Her most recent heart throb, Aaron Gable, had joined choir and was a percussionist in band, too, just like Elissa. As the days went on, Elissa had to laugh at herself.

Mr. Berringer was far from competent as a band director. He dropped things, forgot things, accidentally ruined things... He stumbled over his words and always sounded nervous. The only name he remembered was Arianna's. Allie still admired him for his looks, but even said out loud that she had been so stupid for fawning over him.

Arianna was confused and frustrated. She was angry at all the people who were making fun of the director when they had not even had a full week of band yet. Arianna's head hurt from all the situations she found herself in: missing schoolwork, cranky teachers, long classes; not to mention her anger at Allie and Elissa for laughing at Mr. Berringer as he dropped a whole score of music.

How could she be so cold in band? How could Arianna ignore the band director? But, she wasn't really ignoring him... She would look at him, trying to conduct on the podium, the baton swinging through the air...

And every time he looked at her, she couldn't help but to look straight back into to blue eyes.

The field show was not coming together. The athletic director wouldn't allow the band on the football field for practice, so the band was forced to go to the junior high practice field, all the way across the school grounds. After realizing that there were no yard markers (the football team had them and were not giving them up), Mr. Berringer had to practically get on his knees and beg for a handful of chalk lines to be drawn on the field so the band would at least know where they had to go. Colorguard members, like Elissa, had to stand at the lines, becoming markers for the yard lines.

The band was confused with or without the lines and colorguard members, however. Some of them, like Arianna, had never seen the format of a field show and didn't know how to read the set graphs. Arianna, fortunately, picked up the art of the field show quickly and was often found guiding lost marchers to their spots. It didn't help her nerves or attitude, however, when a snooty, popular flute player followed Arianna around, telling her she was doing it all wrong. She picked out the slightest things and told Arianna she was wrong.

"Arianna," she would yell, "You're a step off from your spot. You have to be right behind me!" Arianna would try to figure out why the girl, Jenate, was doing this, but gave up after a few days of constant commands from the girl. Arianna simply started to say, "I know, Jenate, I know." Ironically, it was Jenate who couldn't read her set graphs and Mr. Berringer had to tell her where to go: she wouldn't listen to Arianna if she had an answer to Jenate's questions.

Mr. Berringer had years and years of marching experience behind him from being a member of a professional marching group, but he was not prepared for the world of directing a field show.

Arianna found herself looking enviously at the majorette as she stood at the 50 yard line with her whistle in her hand. Arianna knew she could do that if she had only been given a chance to figure out how to become on. The majorette was from the Concert Band,d however, and Arianna, being from Varsity, was looked at like scum. He fumed inside as the majorette simply shrugged when Mr. Berringer had a question to ask her . Arianna knew that she would never shrug as a majorette, or just stand there, looking bored. She would be working with the band, helping out, fixing problems.

Arianna would be the majorette next year if she could do something about it. She was already leading the entire woodwind section as a band member and was first chair over sophomores. She had heard the Concert members and knew she could beat them in challenges, too, until she finally challenged first chair in a glorious match. Arianna snarled to herself. Why, then, if she was so good, was she being given orders by a fellow freshman who had her set graph upside down and was being ignored?

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