Disclaimer: I don't own this plot or the people I based some characters off of.
The instructors gave a brief overview of what a drop spin is and then started off with eight.
CLANK! Was the sound made by a metal pole making contact with the gym floor.
"It's a drop spin, not a drop spin." Eric said.
"What?" Jake, the dropper, asked.
"Don't drop it!" Eric yelled.
It turned out, however, that drop spins were not the only thing dropped that night. Pull hits were worse, and tosses, well, a drop was only the second thing they heard.
"OW!" Jake cried as the flag hit him on the head. Jill, who was just starting to toss again, was so startled by the cry that her toss went awry, and she had to chase her flag, wincing slightly when the catch was bad.
"Here's a hint," she hissed, "CATCH!" That said, she went back to where she was in the block and resumed what she was doing.
A few weeks passed, and Jake had mostly figured out to do drop spins, pull hits, and somewhat tossing. He was also smug because he had stopped being exhausted after warm-ups. However, the bane of his existence was about to be discovered: the wonderful horror that is known as…band camp.