I control the world.
My alarm goes off at 7a.m., and I growl.
I'm not a morning person…
But, alas, I wake up and shower and get ready for band.
However, of course, my day has to start horribly.
I step out of the shower and dry off, then wrap myself in a towel.
[i had grabbed my hair towel.]
Now.
This towel is considerably smaller than my body towel.
So I figure I'll be fine if I rush back to my room.
I look out into the hallway, the coast is clear.
And I make a run for it.
But I fumble with my roomkey.
And of course.
"Whoa. That's more of you than I needed to see this early in the morning."
I turn around, fuming.
But then I stop and grin evilly.
"Oh really? It looks to me like you're happy to see it."
He looks down.
"Shit."
"Might wanna take care of that."
[open door.]
[close door.]
[die a little.]
I continue to get ready for band, trying not to think too hard about what had just happened.
[oh no, hard… O_O]
I throw on a pair of denim shorts and a red tanktop.
However.
Just as I'm about to put socks and shoes on, a knock comes from my door.
"Come in," I call, looking through my dresser for red socks.
I hear the door open, and a cough.
[ahem.]
"Millie, would you care to walk to band with me?"
[turn around slowly.]
"…Are you trying to mess with me, Sparks?"
Benny scowls a little, "No! I'm trying to be nice for once! Maybe you should try it some time…"
"Fine, I'll walk to band with you," I tell him, biting back an insult and sitting down to tie my shoes.
"Forget about it," he snarls, turning and storming away.
[shrug.]
[put shoes on.]
[time for band.]
I grab my trumpet and head out, only a few steps behind Benny.
When I get to the music hall, I sigh heavily.
Everybody is panicking.
Apparently the leader of the band transferred without telling anybody.
So we're left with no show, no music, nothing.
"Does anybody know how to write drill? ...Or music?" a random senior asks.
Now, see...
My major, composition, isn't too popular here.
It's such a small school that I'm the only one majoring in it.
So, reluctantly, I raise my hand.
"I know how."
[group turn and stare.]
"...I'm a comp major. And I can write us a show."
I know I'll regret this later.
The same senior runs up and hugs me.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You'll really be the new leader of the band?"
My eyes go wide, "The new leader? Like... in charge?"
"Yes! If you're writing the show and music, then you should be the new president! You can call rehearsals and stuff... Nobody else is really qualified..."
I stare at her for a moment, "...You know I'm only a sophomore, yes?"
[is she on crack?]
"I know, but if you think about it, this way you'll have experience. Please, we don't have anyone else. I'm the only senior and I don't have time."
"...Okay..."
[cringe, twitch, die a little.]
"So, what should we do now?"
It's now that I realise that everybody is staring at me for directions.
Me!
The one who can't focus for more than three seconds at a time.
They want me to lead them.
"Lets go to the practise field and work on marching fundamentals. We're learning roll step this year, none of that chair step crap."
...Did that just come out of my mouth?
Judging by the look of defeat on Benny's face, I think it did.
I walk up behind him and poke the pressure point in his spine, making him yelp and turn around to glare at me, "WHAT?"
"I'm sorry if you hate that I'm in charge, but its not changing, so suck it up."
He sneers and leans down, whispering, "If you think this is going to make me respect you, you've got another thing coming."