Here we are. Chapter Five! Thanks for the reviews and I encourage more! Thanks for reading, too!
Chapter Five: Ambition.
Arianna knew they were going to bomb the feild show if they didn't get on the football field. It was one week to performance and the athletic director was still refusing to let the marching band on the field. Members of the band started to complain and say what Arianna was thinking. They were never going to have anything down for a performance if they couldn't use the real field. It had rained a day or two after the janitor grudgingly put chalk on the practice field; the rain washed all the chalk away and put the band behind schedule.
Finally, after pleading the case to the principal, who was the director before Mr. Martin, the athletic director handed the keys over to the band director with a curse and the band members filed out onto the field. The athletic director sat on the bleachers, keeping a keen eye out for any band member that might deface his precious grass.
For hours they practiced, students getting passes from their last classes to stay later. The athletic director, bored, left. As soon as he left, people stomped on the grass out of spite, until Mr. Berringer caught them and told them to stop.
Finally, they heard the bell ring, the speakers outside the building alerting the band that the school day was over.
"Don't forget, we have another practice tomorrow during band! I'm also finding a date for an evening practice. If anyone had any suggestions, let me-"
"Never have an evening practice," called Wade, a fellow freshman and a jerk when it came to human conversation.
Mr. Berringer shook his head in frustration the same time Arianna did, and they caught on another. Arianna was shocked to find herself shaking as he smiled at her and started walking up the field to the school. Elissa ran up to Arianna as Arianna found her feet and began walking to the school, too, piccolo in hand.
"So, he smiled at you. Do you still not like him?"
"I never said I didn't like him. I said I didn't find him attractive."
"Well, that look on your face was enough to say differently..."
"You imagined it, Elissa."
Elissa shrugged. If she wanted to be that way, fine.
"So, how do you think the majorette is doing?"
"Awful!" Arianna caught herself before she continued. "I mean, I didn't like how she would just shrug when Mr. Berringer asked her a question. She can't mark time, either. And maybe you remember that she gave the wrong command and accused us all to get lost in set-"
"Ari, relax! I almost regret asking! She's only human. We're all entitled to our mistakes! Don't worry. It'll all come together and, when the time comes, you'll be up there, conducting us. Just relax."
"But the field show isn't even a week away and we've never had an evening practice!"
Elissa grabbed Arianna by the shoulders and shook her slightly.
"Ari, I order you to relax! The feild show will come together and Mr. Berringer will get everything under control. The majorette will find her left from her right and get the commands, too!"
Elissa smirked before continuing, seeing the horror on Arianna's face.
"Or we'll all just bomb this year, next year, too, until you are a majorette and whip us into shape. That is, if your ambition holds."
"Don't worry," growled Arianna. "It will."
That was a short chappie, but I wanted it to be short! I hope you enjoyed it and I look forward to reviews! Thanks for reading!