Post by Blackstar on Dec 29, 2009 13:13:20 GMT -5
((The begining of another one of my stories. Idk if I should do anything else with it. Let me know))
Who ever said that love is a game is absolutely wrong. Some people say play the cards right and you will be fine. That may be true in cards but love is not a game where you can cheat and stack your aces. In love you know when you have the winning hand. People say that cheaters never change. I used to say that but I am not quite sure of that anymore. Sometimes, right in the middle of ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale. I have faced cheaters and I have lived one of those fairytales.
He was my first. I thought he was my last after everything was over.
So every story is suposed to have a hero that saves the day or does something cool, like in all of the tv shows and books...well i guess I'm a pretty dull heroin. Im a world class band geek. I play the trombone, tuba, euphonium, contra bass, baritone, sucaphone, and bass guitar. Thats a long list...I like the sound of low bassy instruments. I'm also a field commander, those are the people in charge of the marching band. We organize all of the fun activities and direct and run practices when the band director isnt there. With all of those instruments and power comes great responsability...nice hero line...but sadly all it meens is that I get to help the rookies learn the ropes of band geekness.
Even if my life seems boring to some theres alot more to it then just music and band. Come on I'm a teenage girl, currently seventeen and a junior in high school. To me life seemed to be going great. Even if I am a geek, I loved being in band and doing what I do. I had the perfect boyfriend and a great group of friends. I had good grades and my best friends always had my back and where there for me. This was my perfect little bubble that I was happy to stay in until the end of high school. Things dont always go acording to my plans. It took alot of blood swet and deffinately tears to get where I was. Thats where my story begins.
I was fourteen years old, in 8th grader, my class didnt even have a title. We were just 8th graders, anoying little kids. In my highschool the jr. high, 7th and 8th grade, go to the same school as the sr. high. Lets just say I come from a small town. I joined the marching band my seventh grade year so I was working on year two this year and was glad I wasnt a rookie anymore. Although hazing isnt aloud, the uperclassmen always find a way around it, so I was glad that now that I was no longer in my first year, the horrible hazing was over. I was a shy person, and very selfconcious. My first year we marched at Kenneywood park, sure its cool you get to ride all day for free, whats not cool is having to stand in the middle of the walkway infront of one of the most popular rides and do a retarded dance. I got lucky tho, some kids had to sit in a puddle and sing "row row row your boat." funny to watch, yes. Funny to do, definatly not.
So I was excided for my 8th grade year, it gave me the chance to show my skills, when your a rookie, it doesnt matter how good you are, your still just a rookie. So this year was my year, I was going to show the entire band, which wasnt that big, small school remember haha, that I wasnt just some sucky 8th grader that wasnt as good as the upperclassmen. Those where my ambitious goals, that is...they where, until I met Seth.
It was a few days into band camp, I had been proving my self in marching as well as playing. I was glad I practided my music over the summer, and marching just came so natural to me. I only knew how to play the trombone at this point. Thats when he walked in. Aparently he went to our school all his life. He was in band in Elemetary school but quit and just now decided to start up again. He was a freshmen, a year older then me. The first thing I noticed about him were his eyes, their endless brown depths captivated me. He had an extreamly cute face and had dark brown, almost black hair, that was short and puffy. He was also tall and verry muscular for his age. Were as me...lets just say my friends forever called this year my hippy stage. I wore sweat suits, even in the summer, had dorky glasses and realy straight blond hair that I tucked behind my ears, I had no bangs, and my hair was super long. It was more than halfway down my back. I wasnt short, actualy I was one of the taller girls in my class, and I was skinny, yea being thin is nice, but I had no figure wat so ever. I also sloutched a little, that went away after band camp, thank you fundamentals. But yes, I was the geeky weird girl with no sence in fashion, that was me in a nutshell.
We all headed out onto the practice field, I was excited, today we where going to set drill, for those of you who dont know what that is, that is when we set where everyone moves to durring a song. We make formations and sometimes have standstills, which I find seriosly boring, who honestly wants to watch a band stand there and play when they could be moving around making cool pictures or dancing. Our band director Mrs.Lewis handed out all of our drill charts and told us to set the first page of the drill. If you have ever seen a drill chart you know what I mean when I say confusing. At least they are at first until you understand them. So we all stood in our first set with our instruments sitting on the side line.
"Ok everyone, I want to make sure we get this right so stand still!" Mrs.Lewis yelled to us checking her chart to make sure we were all standing in the right spots. She also held a drum stick that she would hit off of the side of the ladder so we could keep time. She had black hair that was pulled up into a ponytail most of the time and she wore glasses. One thing we learned about her is that even tho she has a husband, who by the way is a prude, her true loves are food, and Garfield. She had garfield plushies everywhere in her office.
After a few corrections she told us to set the next page. We did this all morning and were only on page 10 out of 23. It was getting hot and it was almost lunch time so every one was beging to become iritable. Mrs.Lewis was standing on a ladder so she could see our formations.
"If we have to set one more page before luch im going to climb up there and strangle her..." My friend Kylie grumbled as she walked past me to go to her next set. Kylie was always negative, i was used to it. She had brown hair that she usualy kept pulled back, and brown eyes, she was also kindof homely. She played the flute, not well, but hey she played. She was more into books then to band.
"At least she isnt blowing that stupid whistle" I laughed. We wanted to secretly steal that thing, but we knew she had extra. Plus I would never steal anything, I liked to follow the rules. It was just so dang loud, we were all trained that as soon as she blew it she would have our undivided atention.
"your right, maybe when I strangle her, thats what I'll use." we both laughed.
"you shouldnt be plotting to murder our director." Kylie just shrugged.
"Shes right Ky" I turned to see Nicole, Kylies best friend. Nicole was a major nerd, she had straight A's, was a bookworm, was one of the best flute players, and could march just as good as me. She was in my class, she kindof intimidated me because even though we both marched the same, she had competition, I was the only trombone player so I was the best no matter what. She got to prove herself. I envied that about her. On top of that she was tall blond and deffinately wasnt a bean pole, she wasnt heavy but she had shape, she also dressed girly, unlike me and all of my sweatsuitness.
When lunch finaly rolled around we were all a little tired. It was so hot out. I decided that the sweat suit look wasn't going to cut it and went home to change. I came back to band camp before lunch was over wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. Some people gave me looks of confusion. No one was used to seeing me not in a suit.
"WHOA! WHAT THE HECK?" Kylie said as our friend billy, he played the bass drum laughed at my insicureness.
"Its to hot for sweatsuits..." I mumbled
"Arn't you the one who said its never to hot for them?" Kylie questioned with one eyebrow raised.
"Well I was wrong, its hot." I said and walked away from them. We would be going back outside verry soon to set the rest of the drill. I was randomly walking around when I heard a group of people laughing. I turned to see who it was and rolled my eyes. The percussion section was always being retards. I stoped and looked again when I saw Seth was with them. I didnt know why but seeing him gave me a weird feeling inside. Two freshmen Kelsea and Brittani, the dynamic duo, stared at me. I swear those two where conjoined at the hip.
"What?" I said
"You should try jeans and a less baggy shirt sometime." they laughed. I shrugged and looked away glaring in the opposite direction. Who cares what I wore, its not like it mattered.
((I will type more when I have time))
Who ever said that love is a game is absolutely wrong. Some people say play the cards right and you will be fine. That may be true in cards but love is not a game where you can cheat and stack your aces. In love you know when you have the winning hand. People say that cheaters never change. I used to say that but I am not quite sure of that anymore. Sometimes, right in the middle of ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale. I have faced cheaters and I have lived one of those fairytales.
He was my first. I thought he was my last after everything was over.
So every story is suposed to have a hero that saves the day or does something cool, like in all of the tv shows and books...well i guess I'm a pretty dull heroin. Im a world class band geek. I play the trombone, tuba, euphonium, contra bass, baritone, sucaphone, and bass guitar. Thats a long list...I like the sound of low bassy instruments. I'm also a field commander, those are the people in charge of the marching band. We organize all of the fun activities and direct and run practices when the band director isnt there. With all of those instruments and power comes great responsability...nice hero line...but sadly all it meens is that I get to help the rookies learn the ropes of band geekness.
Even if my life seems boring to some theres alot more to it then just music and band. Come on I'm a teenage girl, currently seventeen and a junior in high school. To me life seemed to be going great. Even if I am a geek, I loved being in band and doing what I do. I had the perfect boyfriend and a great group of friends. I had good grades and my best friends always had my back and where there for me. This was my perfect little bubble that I was happy to stay in until the end of high school. Things dont always go acording to my plans. It took alot of blood swet and deffinately tears to get where I was. Thats where my story begins.
I was fourteen years old, in 8th grader, my class didnt even have a title. We were just 8th graders, anoying little kids. In my highschool the jr. high, 7th and 8th grade, go to the same school as the sr. high. Lets just say I come from a small town. I joined the marching band my seventh grade year so I was working on year two this year and was glad I wasnt a rookie anymore. Although hazing isnt aloud, the uperclassmen always find a way around it, so I was glad that now that I was no longer in my first year, the horrible hazing was over. I was a shy person, and very selfconcious. My first year we marched at Kenneywood park, sure its cool you get to ride all day for free, whats not cool is having to stand in the middle of the walkway infront of one of the most popular rides and do a retarded dance. I got lucky tho, some kids had to sit in a puddle and sing "row row row your boat." funny to watch, yes. Funny to do, definatly not.
So I was excided for my 8th grade year, it gave me the chance to show my skills, when your a rookie, it doesnt matter how good you are, your still just a rookie. So this year was my year, I was going to show the entire band, which wasnt that big, small school remember haha, that I wasnt just some sucky 8th grader that wasnt as good as the upperclassmen. Those where my ambitious goals, that is...they where, until I met Seth.
It was a few days into band camp, I had been proving my self in marching as well as playing. I was glad I practided my music over the summer, and marching just came so natural to me. I only knew how to play the trombone at this point. Thats when he walked in. Aparently he went to our school all his life. He was in band in Elemetary school but quit and just now decided to start up again. He was a freshmen, a year older then me. The first thing I noticed about him were his eyes, their endless brown depths captivated me. He had an extreamly cute face and had dark brown, almost black hair, that was short and puffy. He was also tall and verry muscular for his age. Were as me...lets just say my friends forever called this year my hippy stage. I wore sweat suits, even in the summer, had dorky glasses and realy straight blond hair that I tucked behind my ears, I had no bangs, and my hair was super long. It was more than halfway down my back. I wasnt short, actualy I was one of the taller girls in my class, and I was skinny, yea being thin is nice, but I had no figure wat so ever. I also sloutched a little, that went away after band camp, thank you fundamentals. But yes, I was the geeky weird girl with no sence in fashion, that was me in a nutshell.
We all headed out onto the practice field, I was excited, today we where going to set drill, for those of you who dont know what that is, that is when we set where everyone moves to durring a song. We make formations and sometimes have standstills, which I find seriosly boring, who honestly wants to watch a band stand there and play when they could be moving around making cool pictures or dancing. Our band director Mrs.Lewis handed out all of our drill charts and told us to set the first page of the drill. If you have ever seen a drill chart you know what I mean when I say confusing. At least they are at first until you understand them. So we all stood in our first set with our instruments sitting on the side line.
"Ok everyone, I want to make sure we get this right so stand still!" Mrs.Lewis yelled to us checking her chart to make sure we were all standing in the right spots. She also held a drum stick that she would hit off of the side of the ladder so we could keep time. She had black hair that was pulled up into a ponytail most of the time and she wore glasses. One thing we learned about her is that even tho she has a husband, who by the way is a prude, her true loves are food, and Garfield. She had garfield plushies everywhere in her office.
After a few corrections she told us to set the next page. We did this all morning and were only on page 10 out of 23. It was getting hot and it was almost lunch time so every one was beging to become iritable. Mrs.Lewis was standing on a ladder so she could see our formations.
"If we have to set one more page before luch im going to climb up there and strangle her..." My friend Kylie grumbled as she walked past me to go to her next set. Kylie was always negative, i was used to it. She had brown hair that she usualy kept pulled back, and brown eyes, she was also kindof homely. She played the flute, not well, but hey she played. She was more into books then to band.
"At least she isnt blowing that stupid whistle" I laughed. We wanted to secretly steal that thing, but we knew she had extra. Plus I would never steal anything, I liked to follow the rules. It was just so dang loud, we were all trained that as soon as she blew it she would have our undivided atention.
"your right, maybe when I strangle her, thats what I'll use." we both laughed.
"you shouldnt be plotting to murder our director." Kylie just shrugged.
"Shes right Ky" I turned to see Nicole, Kylies best friend. Nicole was a major nerd, she had straight A's, was a bookworm, was one of the best flute players, and could march just as good as me. She was in my class, she kindof intimidated me because even though we both marched the same, she had competition, I was the only trombone player so I was the best no matter what. She got to prove herself. I envied that about her. On top of that she was tall blond and deffinately wasnt a bean pole, she wasnt heavy but she had shape, she also dressed girly, unlike me and all of my sweatsuitness.
When lunch finaly rolled around we were all a little tired. It was so hot out. I decided that the sweat suit look wasn't going to cut it and went home to change. I came back to band camp before lunch was over wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. Some people gave me looks of confusion. No one was used to seeing me not in a suit.
"WHOA! WHAT THE HECK?" Kylie said as our friend billy, he played the bass drum laughed at my insicureness.
"Its to hot for sweatsuits..." I mumbled
"Arn't you the one who said its never to hot for them?" Kylie questioned with one eyebrow raised.
"Well I was wrong, its hot." I said and walked away from them. We would be going back outside verry soon to set the rest of the drill. I was randomly walking around when I heard a group of people laughing. I turned to see who it was and rolled my eyes. The percussion section was always being retards. I stoped and looked again when I saw Seth was with them. I didnt know why but seeing him gave me a weird feeling inside. Two freshmen Kelsea and Brittani, the dynamic duo, stared at me. I swear those two where conjoined at the hip.
"What?" I said
"You should try jeans and a less baggy shirt sometime." they laughed. I shrugged and looked away glaring in the opposite direction. Who cares what I wore, its not like it mattered.
((I will type more when I have time))
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