One Time... At Band Camp [Two]
Title: One Time... At Band Camp [Two]
Author: panic_is_l0ve
Rating: Pg I suppose. The word hell is used once.
Pairing(s):Through the whole story, you will see Brendon & Ryan, Pete & Patrick, Spencer & Jon, & William & Gabe, & possibly more.
POV: 3rd Person, Brendon centric.
Summary: Ask Brendon, he knows every band camp story in the book because he's been through them all... or at least, so he thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is purely fiction.
Beta:requisiteheart
Author Notes: I know the pairings aren't apparent yet, but I have to establish the story so stay with me please!
Master List. | Prologue. | One.
"Good morning everybody, I am so excited to see each and everyone of you here with us today," Mr. Reed said, clearing his throat, "and as you know, today will be your first day of rookie camp! Over the next three days you will be learning the ropes on how to march. We have our leadership with us here today, take a good look for they will be your mentors and teachers for that time." Mr. Reed began, gesturing towards the officers, who all raised a hand to show their whereabouts.
"Now that we have that settled, I'd like to have all of our young leaders introduce themselves to you. We have a handful of our students serve as officers to help keep everything around here flowing. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask any of them." Mr. Reed finished, sitting in his chair as a boy in the first row stood to introduce himself.
"Hey guys, I'm Ian, a junior, and the section leader of the trumpets. So if their are any fellow trumpet players, you will come to me for most of everything." the young man introduced himself quickly before taking his seat again.
The rest of the officers stood and introduced themselves, as if Ian had sparked off a chain reaction, going from left to right in each row. Brendon wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying, eyes fixed on all of the rookies as everyone made their proper introductions. The line finally snaked up to Gabe -sitting at opposite end of the room from himself- and Brendon playfully rolled his eyes, he could already hear the stupid jokes before his friend opened his mouth.
"Do I even need to introduce myself?" Gabe asked as he rose before everyone, "well, I'm the one, the only, Gabe Saporta. Your incredibly handsome, astonishingly witty, painfully funny, and all around sexy drum major. When I'm not on the podium directing the band, I'm playing my saxophone. Unfortunately, you will only be graced by my presence this year, 'cause I'm a senior baby! Double one has double the fun!" Gabe held up his two index fingers to signify the fact that he was graduating in 2011.
"Don't worry guys, you'll see him again next year. Double one may have too much fun, huh Gabe?" Brendon interjected, causing a low and slow "Oo." from their crowd.
Before anyone had time to register what was happening, Gabe was playfully running through the sea of teens on the floor over to Brendon. The crowd of rookies, as well as most of leadership, crackled and giggled as he tried to tackle the shorter boy to no avail. Their moment was interrupted soon after by Spencer clearing his throat, letting them know that he was about to make his introduction with that face they call came to know as 'the bitch face'.
As Spencer rambled on in the background, Gabe took the liberty of plopping himself down in Brendon's lap, causing his friend to push him off. "Fuck you Saporta."
"You wish, Urie." Gabe countered, screwing his face up and poking his tongue out at the other boy.
A few minutes of introductions passed, the slightest bit of excitement swelling in Brendon's chest, awaiting his turn to earn the audience's attention. Gabe sat to his left -trying to keep his attention on what was happening, though it didn't last long- and Ryan sat to his right, thin legs crossed Indian-style and eyes intent.
"Well?" Gabe interrupted Brendon's staring match with the side of Ryan's head, whispering as quietly as he could.
"Oh?" Brendon whispered, thinking of what he was being asked -eyes going wide when it hit him. "The only thing I got out of him was his name, which is Ryan," the middle man replied, leaning closer towards his friends ear so that the other boy couldn't hear his name mentioned.
"Ask him what instrument he plays!"
"Mmk." Brendon nodded, straightening back up for a moment before leaning over in Ryan's direction.
"So Ryan, what instrument do you play?" Brendon whispered, turning the opposite way to lean closer to Ryan. 'My god,' Brendon thought, 'did he smell good.'
"I play the flute," Ryan stated.
"That's cool, I play the saxophone," Brendon replied with a smile.
"Cool."
Ryan didn't leave much room open for conversation, so Brendon just kept his mouth shut.
The last few officers stood and introduced themselves, seeming to take their time just to draw out the excitement that ran through Brendon. Through his peripheral vision, he could see Ryan giving him a strange look which was probably due to his knee bouncing in agitation at an alarming rate. But now that it was down to the final three officers, he found it hard to sit still.
Finally it was his turn to introduce himself to the rookies. He sprung up as quickly as he could, mentally reminding himself to not run all of his words together like he did a lot of the time. Stupid ADD.
"And we saved the best for last!" Brendon began with a chuckle, shoving his hands in his jean pockets, "I'm joking. Hi, I'm Brendon. I'm your band captain and the senior saxophone section leader! If you have any questions or concerns that your scared to ask Mr. Reed about or you just want to ask me about it, let me know. If you have something that you want to keep anonymous, you can write it down and slip it into the captain box right over there." Brendon pointed over to the cabinet next to the door with a little yellow box setting on top of it.
"I hope you all have a great time this year, and that you will continue to take band all through out your high school years. These next few weeks aren't going to be easy, I'm not going to lie, but it's all worth it, trust me." Brendon finished, taking a deep breath and plopping back down.
"Alright then, now that you have meet all of your officers, we will ask for you all to go and find your section leader. Be sure to take your instrument with you, because it's time to learn how to march!" Mr. Reed said, dismissing everyone.
**
Brendon had gathered up his rookies and headed out to the baseball diamond on which the band practiced, lined with football field lines, of course.
"So let's get started!" Brendon said as he clapped his hands, rubbing them together excitedly. "We will start with the most commonly used command; band ten hut. When I call this command, your response is hut two, and you move into the attention position. When you say 'hut', your feet come together, and when you say 'two', your hands fist up on your hips and you do not move. At all." Brendon demonstrated by clicking his heels together and placing his knuckles perfectly to his hips. Chin up, straight back, and looking forward.
Cassadee started to walk by, and Brendon motioned for her to join him.
"Alrighty then. Hey Cass, will you help me demonstrate?" he asked the girl, eying the blond streak in her hair obliviously for a moment.
"Of course, Brendon," she replied with a sweet smile, turning to face the rookies at the ready.
Brendon clapped 4 times, shouting "Band, ten hut!" followed by Cassadee shouting "Hut two!" perfectly with the rhythm and moving into attention position at the appropriate time, not moving.
"Notice how she doesn't move a muscle," Brendon stated, circling around Cassadee, "You have to make sure you keep not only your head straight, but your eyes as well." Brendon stopped in front of Cassadee, daring her not laugh as he made silly faces.
"We call this the hundred yard stare, 'cause you need to focus on something way off in the distance like it's a hundred yard away and don't move your eyes from that target." His head turned to look at the rookies for a moment, then back to his friend. "Okay, thanks,
Cassadee."
"Sir as you where, sir!" Cassadee stated, giggling a little bit.
"Oh yes right, thanks Cass. You can only break attention if called into another command, or 'at ease' is said." The young man at lead directed to the crowd of rookies, turning back to his friend again. "At ease, Cassadee."
"Thanks, Bren." Cassadee smiled, giving him a small wave before rushing back on the route she'd been on before he'd stopped her.
"Okay, now it's your turn," Brendon said, turning to face the rookies completely now. He clapped four times again shouting "Band ten hut!"
"Hut two," all of the rookies said, pretty well in unison.
"Good, good, but next time I want it louder! You're saxophone players for Pete's sake! I think you guys know how to be loud, so stop being shy!" Brendon said, walking around the young rookies who were now giggling, "Okay, at ease. We'll try again."
**
It was time to go inside for lunch and Brendon's mind kept traveling to how proud he was of his rookies and what they had done on the first day. He taught them attention, parade rest, left and right flanks, and how to forward march in just a few hours.
Brendon grabbed his lunch and proceeded to meet up with Gabe, Spencer, Patrick, Hayley and Cassadee -who were looking around the band room for a place to sit. The band room was the only place they could eat in in the summer, since they were the only people there and Mr. Reed didn't want them wandering off. The only bad thing about it was that they had to sit on the carpet which had spit and god knows what else on it.
"So where are we sitting to eat?" Gabe asked as he looked around the room, a little annoyed they weren't aloud to go off campus to eat. But their orders were to sit with the rookies, to make them feel more at home and they had to honor that.
"Oh Bren, before I forget!" Cassadee interrupted the search for a moment, causing everyone's attention to fall on her. "Can you come over to the flute sectional tomorrow? I have a rookie, umm, Ryan who just doesn't seem to be into it and I figure you could help him out." She half-asked, causing Brendon to mentally smile at the mere mention of Ryan.
"Sure, of course! But who will run my sectional? I guess Gabe could..." Brendon trailed off, making sure Gabe heard the worry in his voice.
"Hey! I'm perfectly capable!" Gabe said defensively.
"I know dude just messing with you!" Brendon laughed as he and the others got their bagged lunch, "Speaking of Ryan, how 'bout we plop down next to him." He motioned with his head towards the lonely boy and went over to sit with him.
"Hey Ryan! How have you liked band so far?" He asked enthusiastically, plopping himself down next to the boy with a grin.
"I've been in band before, just not marching band," the boy said deadpanned, "Also, I'm a senior so I don't need to be talked to as if I were a little freshman." He added coldly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Well how have you liked marching band so far?" Brendon tried again, smiling shyly.
"It's okay." Again, Ryan made the conversation die off short. Brendon figured he could try again on later.
"So Cass," Brendon started, turning his body a bit to face Cassadee better, "I was thinking that the flutes and sax's should have a combined sectional tomorrow, what do you think?"
"That sounds great Brendon!" Cassadee agreed happily.
"And with me there, it's sure to be a hell of a good time," Gabe interjected jokingly, causing they other two to laugh.
<-One. Three.->
Author: panic_is_l0ve
Rating: Pg I suppose. The word hell is used once.
Pairing(s):Through the whole story, you will see Brendon & Ryan, Pete & Patrick, Spencer & Jon, & William & Gabe, & possibly more.
POV: 3rd Person, Brendon centric.
Summary: Ask Brendon, he knows every band camp story in the book because he's been through them all... or at least, so he thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is purely fiction.
Beta:requisiteheart
Author Notes: I know the pairings aren't apparent yet, but I have to establish the story so stay with me please!
Master List. | Prologue. | One.
"Good morning everybody, I am so excited to see each and everyone of you here with us today," Mr. Reed said, clearing his throat, "and as you know, today will be your first day of rookie camp! Over the next three days you will be learning the ropes on how to march. We have our leadership with us here today, take a good look for they will be your mentors and teachers for that time." Mr. Reed began, gesturing towards the officers, who all raised a hand to show their whereabouts.
"Now that we have that settled, I'd like to have all of our young leaders introduce themselves to you. We have a handful of our students serve as officers to help keep everything around here flowing. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask any of them." Mr. Reed finished, sitting in his chair as a boy in the first row stood to introduce himself.
"Hey guys, I'm Ian, a junior, and the section leader of the trumpets. So if their are any fellow trumpet players, you will come to me for most of everything." the young man introduced himself quickly before taking his seat again.
The rest of the officers stood and introduced themselves, as if Ian had sparked off a chain reaction, going from left to right in each row. Brendon wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying, eyes fixed on all of the rookies as everyone made their proper introductions. The line finally snaked up to Gabe -sitting at opposite end of the room from himself- and Brendon playfully rolled his eyes, he could already hear the stupid jokes before his friend opened his mouth.
"Do I even need to introduce myself?" Gabe asked as he rose before everyone, "well, I'm the one, the only, Gabe Saporta. Your incredibly handsome, astonishingly witty, painfully funny, and all around sexy drum major. When I'm not on the podium directing the band, I'm playing my saxophone. Unfortunately, you will only be graced by my presence this year, 'cause I'm a senior baby! Double one has double the fun!" Gabe held up his two index fingers to signify the fact that he was graduating in 2011.
"Don't worry guys, you'll see him again next year. Double one may have too much fun, huh Gabe?" Brendon interjected, causing a low and slow "Oo." from their crowd.
Before anyone had time to register what was happening, Gabe was playfully running through the sea of teens on the floor over to Brendon. The crowd of rookies, as well as most of leadership, crackled and giggled as he tried to tackle the shorter boy to no avail. Their moment was interrupted soon after by Spencer clearing his throat, letting them know that he was about to make his introduction with that face they call came to know as 'the bitch face'.
As Spencer rambled on in the background, Gabe took the liberty of plopping himself down in Brendon's lap, causing his friend to push him off. "Fuck you Saporta."
"You wish, Urie." Gabe countered, screwing his face up and poking his tongue out at the other boy.
A few minutes of introductions passed, the slightest bit of excitement swelling in Brendon's chest, awaiting his turn to earn the audience's attention. Gabe sat to his left -trying to keep his attention on what was happening, though it didn't last long- and Ryan sat to his right, thin legs crossed Indian-style and eyes intent.
"Well?" Gabe interrupted Brendon's staring match with the side of Ryan's head, whispering as quietly as he could.
"Oh?" Brendon whispered, thinking of what he was being asked -eyes going wide when it hit him. "The only thing I got out of him was his name, which is Ryan," the middle man replied, leaning closer towards his friends ear so that the other boy couldn't hear his name mentioned.
"Ask him what instrument he plays!"
"Mmk." Brendon nodded, straightening back up for a moment before leaning over in Ryan's direction.
"So Ryan, what instrument do you play?" Brendon whispered, turning the opposite way to lean closer to Ryan. 'My god,' Brendon thought, 'did he smell good.'
"I play the flute," Ryan stated.
"That's cool, I play the saxophone," Brendon replied with a smile.
"Cool."
Ryan didn't leave much room open for conversation, so Brendon just kept his mouth shut.
The last few officers stood and introduced themselves, seeming to take their time just to draw out the excitement that ran through Brendon. Through his peripheral vision, he could see Ryan giving him a strange look which was probably due to his knee bouncing in agitation at an alarming rate. But now that it was down to the final three officers, he found it hard to sit still.
Finally it was his turn to introduce himself to the rookies. He sprung up as quickly as he could, mentally reminding himself to not run all of his words together like he did a lot of the time. Stupid ADD.
"And we saved the best for last!" Brendon began with a chuckle, shoving his hands in his jean pockets, "I'm joking. Hi, I'm Brendon. I'm your band captain and the senior saxophone section leader! If you have any questions or concerns that your scared to ask Mr. Reed about or you just want to ask me about it, let me know. If you have something that you want to keep anonymous, you can write it down and slip it into the captain box right over there." Brendon pointed over to the cabinet next to the door with a little yellow box setting on top of it.
"I hope you all have a great time this year, and that you will continue to take band all through out your high school years. These next few weeks aren't going to be easy, I'm not going to lie, but it's all worth it, trust me." Brendon finished, taking a deep breath and plopping back down.
"Alright then, now that you have meet all of your officers, we will ask for you all to go and find your section leader. Be sure to take your instrument with you, because it's time to learn how to march!" Mr. Reed said, dismissing everyone.
**
Brendon had gathered up his rookies and headed out to the baseball diamond on which the band practiced, lined with football field lines, of course.
"So let's get started!" Brendon said as he clapped his hands, rubbing them together excitedly. "We will start with the most commonly used command; band ten hut. When I call this command, your response is hut two, and you move into the attention position. When you say 'hut', your feet come together, and when you say 'two', your hands fist up on your hips and you do not move. At all." Brendon demonstrated by clicking his heels together and placing his knuckles perfectly to his hips. Chin up, straight back, and looking forward.
Cassadee started to walk by, and Brendon motioned for her to join him.
"Alrighty then. Hey Cass, will you help me demonstrate?" he asked the girl, eying the blond streak in her hair obliviously for a moment.
"Of course, Brendon," she replied with a sweet smile, turning to face the rookies at the ready.
Brendon clapped 4 times, shouting "Band, ten hut!" followed by Cassadee shouting "Hut two!" perfectly with the rhythm and moving into attention position at the appropriate time, not moving.
"Notice how she doesn't move a muscle," Brendon stated, circling around Cassadee, "You have to make sure you keep not only your head straight, but your eyes as well." Brendon stopped in front of Cassadee, daring her not laugh as he made silly faces.
"We call this the hundred yard stare, 'cause you need to focus on something way off in the distance like it's a hundred yard away and don't move your eyes from that target." His head turned to look at the rookies for a moment, then back to his friend. "Okay, thanks,
Cassadee."
"Sir as you where, sir!" Cassadee stated, giggling a little bit.
"Oh yes right, thanks Cass. You can only break attention if called into another command, or 'at ease' is said." The young man at lead directed to the crowd of rookies, turning back to his friend again. "At ease, Cassadee."
"Thanks, Bren." Cassadee smiled, giving him a small wave before rushing back on the route she'd been on before he'd stopped her.
"Okay, now it's your turn," Brendon said, turning to face the rookies completely now. He clapped four times again shouting "Band ten hut!"
"Hut two," all of the rookies said, pretty well in unison.
"Good, good, but next time I want it louder! You're saxophone players for Pete's sake! I think you guys know how to be loud, so stop being shy!" Brendon said, walking around the young rookies who were now giggling, "Okay, at ease. We'll try again."
**
It was time to go inside for lunch and Brendon's mind kept traveling to how proud he was of his rookies and what they had done on the first day. He taught them attention, parade rest, left and right flanks, and how to forward march in just a few hours.
Brendon grabbed his lunch and proceeded to meet up with Gabe, Spencer, Patrick, Hayley and Cassadee -who were looking around the band room for a place to sit. The band room was the only place they could eat in in the summer, since they were the only people there and Mr. Reed didn't want them wandering off. The only bad thing about it was that they had to sit on the carpet which had spit and god knows what else on it.
"So where are we sitting to eat?" Gabe asked as he looked around the room, a little annoyed they weren't aloud to go off campus to eat. But their orders were to sit with the rookies, to make them feel more at home and they had to honor that.
"Oh Bren, before I forget!" Cassadee interrupted the search for a moment, causing everyone's attention to fall on her. "Can you come over to the flute sectional tomorrow? I have a rookie, umm, Ryan who just doesn't seem to be into it and I figure you could help him out." She half-asked, causing Brendon to mentally smile at the mere mention of Ryan.
"Sure, of course! But who will run my sectional? I guess Gabe could..." Brendon trailed off, making sure Gabe heard the worry in his voice.
"Hey! I'm perfectly capable!" Gabe said defensively.
"I know dude just messing with you!" Brendon laughed as he and the others got their bagged lunch, "Speaking of Ryan, how 'bout we plop down next to him." He motioned with his head towards the lonely boy and went over to sit with him.
"Hey Ryan! How have you liked band so far?" He asked enthusiastically, plopping himself down next to the boy with a grin.
"I've been in band before, just not marching band," the boy said deadpanned, "Also, I'm a senior so I don't need to be talked to as if I were a little freshman." He added coldly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Well how have you liked marching band so far?" Brendon tried again, smiling shyly.
"It's okay." Again, Ryan made the conversation die off short. Brendon figured he could try again on later.
"So Cass," Brendon started, turning his body a bit to face Cassadee better, "I was thinking that the flutes and sax's should have a combined sectional tomorrow, what do you think?"
"That sounds great Brendon!" Cassadee agreed happily.
"And with me there, it's sure to be a hell of a good time," Gabe interjected jokingly, causing they other two to laugh.
<-One. Three.->