Dialogue

Regular

Thinking Erin's POV

I stand in my line and watch as people do the ridiculous "Star Jumps".

Whatev. More like Frog Jumps to me. Shit. Here comes an instructor I better do the Jumps. He's Pretty Cute Too.

"Stop!"

Thank God. I love you Ms. Wallace.

"Now let's start with the fundamentals. I know you older members hate doing the fundamentals but we have to do this. If you step up and help the new kids we could speed this up."

As I stand and tune out Ms. Wallace I watch the new trumpet players. I have to check up on the newbies in my section. Can't have them fuckin up my section.

Let's see. So not too bad. There all stepping off on the right foot and keeping tempo. Trumpets fuckin rock. NNNOOO!!!!!! They can't do a four step count and stop at the next line. We are going to have to fix that. We can't have a bad trumpet section. Fuck. I think Ms. Wallace is talking to us now.

"…Go to your sections."

The older trumpet players and me walk over to our corner and leave the poor kids wondering where to go.

Well I guess I will help the poor things out.

"Yo freshies….Follow me. So The Trumpets are obviously the most kick ass section so we have our own special spot right under the shade. The only pain in the ass problem is that it is in the back right corner of the practice field…er….Overflow Parking Lot…I guess. So when we break off for sectionals come over here. And we will practice what we learned."

When we get there everyone else is lined up in our rows. We help the freshies get in the row. There are four rows of four and one of five. And our instructor stands in front of the section.

Who the fuck is this guy? Oh yeah the new instructor. Why couldn't we just have Albriten again? At least he was cool.

"Hi. Let's start off with doing proper introductions. Then we will practice marching. I'll start it off. My name is Mark and I have been playing The Trumpet for 10 years. I am majoring in Performance at MSU. Now let's start off with the first row."

Oh God. This is going to take forever. There's like 20 of us.

"Zac. Junior."

"Carl. Junior."

"Matt. Junior"

"Barbara. Junior."

"Caleb. Junior."

"Seth. Senior."

"David Allen. Senior. Drum Major."

"Dennis. Senior. Drum Major."

"Zack. Sophomore."

"Jonanthon…"

"Charlie Murphy"

Zac and calling him Charlie Murphy. His name sounds nothing like Charlie.

"…Sophomore."

"Josh. Sophomore."

"David. Senior."

Great. Now it's my turn.

"Erin. Senior."

"Elise. Freshmen."

"Reid. Freshmen."

"Kate. Freshmen."

"Rick. Freshmen."

"Sean. Freshmen."

"Katherine. Freshmen."

Okay….So Only 19. Whatev. Close enough.

"Now let's go on to what Ms. Wallace said to do. I noticed that you guys can't do the size of your steps correctly. Let's work on that."

This dude has to be gay. There is no way he is straight. Maybe him and Rick can go bang and we can just hang out around here and not do this shit."

Meanwhile over with the flutes…