Marching Band And Love
Chapter One- The Kiss…
She climbed the final rungs of the large tower and looked out, the sweat that had been forming in beads on her forehead was now beginning to run down her face as the mid-morning North Carolina sun beat down upon her face. “Band, ATTEN-HUT!,” she cried, and watched as the members of the Oak Hill High School marching band snapped immediately to the attention position. She then remained silently at attention herself as the director climbed to the top with his mega-phone. “good-morning band, welcome to some of you to your first time in a competitive marching band, and welcome all of you upperclassmen to a brand new teaching experience, and to all of you seniors, welcome to your final year in this program, hopefully you will all rise to the occasion of teach the freshmen how we doing things around here,” he said, looking to the line of seniors in front. He put the mega-phone down and looked to his drum major, “Amber, I want these freshmen to know how to march 8 to 5 properly backwards and forwards sometime in the next 4 hours, not perfect but darn close, now get to it,” he said as he took his leave and stepped off of the drum major tower. “Well, John, you heard the man, looks like we have our work cut out for us, shall we get started?” she said and looked John in the eyes. He stared back at her with a hint of evil in his eye, remembering the horrible basics blocks in the early morning heat of his previous years of high school, “oh you know it!”
“SECTION LEADERS!!!! TOWER, NOW!!!!!” Amber cried. “WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING!?! LISTEN TO THAT, DO YOU HEAR IT? THEY ARE TALKING! THEY CANNOT BE DOING THAT AND MARCHING AT THE SAME TIME YOU KNOW THAT, FIX IT!” she sat down with a sigh. “and it begins…,” said John sitting down next to her. “yeah, tell me about it, they are learning though, but we all know what happens if they don’t get the discipline they need very early on, remember last year?” replied Amber. “ouch, yeah I do, they just wouldn’t listen….but that will be different this year, I am going to be the Nazi bitch from hell! Muahahah!” she replied with a laugh. “drum major….maam….uhh,” whimpered the small freshmen Jacob, coming up to Amber on the bench. Amber and John both roared with laughter at his attempt, with John laughing so hard that he fell backwards off of the bench and started rolling off the ground. “Jacob…you…can….just…call…me Amber, whew!” she replied while trying to re-gain her breath in between her words. He looked at her and blushed knowing that he had messed up “Okay, Amber, I have a question….do you have to stay on your toes the whole time you are marching backwards?” “The whole time Jake, the whole time,” she quickly replied, “see, we make you march on your toes so that way you do not fall when we finally get to Astroturf or even on asphalt, if you catch a rock or a bump, you are a goner!” “oh, ok, thanks manda!” He said then ran back to the trumpet section, ending his short water break.
She climbed the final rungs of the large tower and looked out, the sweat that had been forming in beads on her forehead was now beginning to run down her face as the mid-morning North Carolina sun beat down upon her face. “Band, ATTEN-HUT!,” she cried, and watched as the members of the Oak Hill High School marching band snapped immediately to the attention position. She then remained silently at attention herself as the director climbed to the top with his mega-phone. “good-morning band, welcome to some of you to your first time in a competitive marching band, and welcome all of you upperclassmen to a brand new teaching experience, and to all of you seniors, welcome to your final year in this program, hopefully you will all rise to the occasion of teach the freshmen how we doing things around here,” he said, looking to the line of seniors in front. He put the mega-phone down and looked to his drum major, “Amber, I want these freshmen to know how to march 8 to 5 properly backwards and forwards sometime in the next 4 hours, not perfect but darn close, now get to it,” he said as he took his leave and stepped off of the drum major tower. “Well, John, you heard the man, looks like we have our work cut out for us, shall we get started?” she said and looked John in the eyes. He stared back at her with a hint of evil in his eye, remembering the horrible basics blocks in the early morning heat of his previous years of high school, “oh you know it!”
“SECTION LEADERS!!!! TOWER, NOW!!!!!” Amber cried. “WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING!?! LISTEN TO THAT, DO YOU HEAR IT? THEY ARE TALKING! THEY CANNOT BE DOING THAT AND MARCHING AT THE SAME TIME YOU KNOW THAT, FIX IT!” she sat down with a sigh. “and it begins…,” said John sitting down next to her. “yeah, tell me about it, they are learning though, but we all know what happens if they don’t get the discipline they need very early on, remember last year?” replied Amber. “ouch, yeah I do, they just wouldn’t listen….but that will be different this year, I am going to be the Nazi bitch from hell! Muahahah!” she replied with a laugh. “drum major….maam….uhh,” whimpered the small freshmen Jacob, coming up to Amber on the bench. Amber and John both roared with laughter at his attempt, with John laughing so hard that he fell backwards off of the bench and started rolling off the ground. “Jacob…you…can….just…call…me Amber, whew!” she replied while trying to re-gain her breath in between her words. He looked at her and blushed knowing that he had messed up “Okay, Amber, I have a question….do you have to stay on your toes the whole time you are marching backwards?” “The whole time Jake, the whole time,” she quickly replied, “see, we make you march on your toes so that way you do not fall when we finally get to Astroturf or even on asphalt, if you catch a rock or a bump, you are a goner!” “oh, ok, thanks manda!” He said then ran back to the trumpet section, ending his short water break.