A/N: Welcome to another Chapter! I am glad that last chapter caught such a good review when it was the shortest ever! I will try to keep it longer especially since this one will go through an entire pre-competition part of the day! I have a few people to thank for reviews:
KingRichRock: thank you I appreciate it! I feel the same way while writing it.
pjo-guardgeek: geez your band has been through a lot. I hope it all works out and you don't kill anybody worth killing.
4ever-and-always-invisible: thank you and good luck in band!
LovLoganLermanLLL: thank you! This is my first fanfiction, but I've been writing since my freshman year in high school
jazzrun10: I have been hit 5 times by a flag. First time was sophomore year, luckily I had a shako on and it bounced off. Fast forward to Senior year and I was hit 4 times by a freshman who was scared to catch the flag. I was almost hit a 5th time by her, but she said watch out, I put my trumpet on my wrist and was able to catch the flag. I was very lucky cause it was about 3 inches from several places I did NOT want that flag anywhere near. Again thank you.
Alrighty then let's get started! I have to say though; I do not own any of these characters, which is unfortunate. Rick Riordan owns them all…
Percy POV:
Annabeth got to practice with the band on Thursday and we finally got everything on the field. We were worried she wouldn't be able to catch up, but she asked Chiron to send her visual files to the show so she memorized it through the computer. Sometimes it's scary dating someone that smart. Anyway, so she got the rest of the drill better than some of the upperclassmen. We got through the Friday's game without any knockouts (but the football team still sucks and we lost again, that first game was probably a fluke) It's Saturday now and we are all ready to head out to our competition. This is a big competition because a lot of bands from Pennsylvania, New York, and New Jersey are gonna be there. I saw the bill and there is even going to be a band from Massachusetts there. Chiron comes in and shakes me out of my thought…
"Good morning everybody! Glad to see you all here and ready to head to the competition! Make sure you have all pieces of your uniform and the seniors will get their choice of busses first. I looked at Grover. He put 3 fingers up as he left. Bus 3! That was great! We have 5 buses, but bus 1 is Mr. D's bus, bus 4 is the guard bus (where they use everybody for make-up practice), and bus 5 is the percussion bus (where they never stop drumming…ever!). Bus 3 is the safest bet where we can all chill and not be attack or annoyed. We rush to the bus and relax in the middle of the bus. When we got close, one of the people at the front of the bus started counting off the beginning of the show. Everybody started counting along and half-humming the parts until the hit when everybody sang their parts loud and clear. We finished off the show with, "Off and down!" Laughing ensued, followed by a few people talking about the music. I feel a poke to my left and then I hear, "You know, you can be a little louder on the solo, Seaweed Brain. Grover and I don't need any handouts." I turn with a smirk. Annabeth was sitting sideways on her seat with her legs going through my lap and into the aisle. Her head was on my panda pillowpet perched on the window. She was wearing shorts and the band shirt we got. Our band shirt was pitch black with our high school band logo on the left breast area. On the right sleeve was the sun with '13-'14 in it. On the back was the words "Goode High School Marching Band" on the top and "We reach for the stars" on the bottom. In the middle were the planets and the stars. Grover said it was the coolest band shirt since the dragon show. Even in something so plain, she looked amazing.
"Well, Wise Girl, I could just move to the front of the form and stand next to the mic and play triple forte. How does that sound?" She sticks her tongue out at me. "You know what I mean." Finally, we pulled into the parking lot for the stadium. The percussion, low brass, guard, and band parents (my mother included) got off the bus first and headed to the truck. After the band parents got the uniforms and the props off the bus, we were able to get dressed. We got into our bibbers and set up in warm up sets; brass arc, woodwind arc, guard lines, and whatever the drumline does. Beckendorf warms us up and then we work on some trouble areas in the show, careful not to work too hard and blow our chops out in warm up. After 20 minutes, the whole band sets up around the brass and we do some full band stuff. Again, we played easy, but with a purpose. Grover, Annabeth, and I are not allowed to play at all at this time, because they don't want the solos to suck (good point). When we had 5 minutes left we all got in a circle and bowed our heads. Malcolm played our starting note and we started the Lord's Prayer (A/N: our band did this before every show and it brought tears to my eyes how moving it was). We finish the prayer and Luke claps his hands and yells, "Band ten hut". The entire band goes to attention followed by, "Hit!" Then we continue in the same manner that we finish every practice in. (Luke, band) Feet, Together, Stomach, In, Chest, Out, Chin, Up, Eyes, With Pride! (A/N: My high school band does this and more before each competition and at the end of every practice. It really gets your blood going.) Chiron waits a moment and then says, "Let's go to work." This was well received and we start to head over to the field.
A/N: I was gonna go through the entire day, but my description ran a little long. I appreciate the fact that a lot of you are still following and reading. I will get at least get one more chapter in before I head back to school but it may take a little while longer than this one did. The turnaround was good this one because I had a third of it done already. Writer's block gone and I'm ready to get this story more underway!
PERCABETH FOREVER!
