Denny gave me a strange look when I showed up in the band room, but I have always believed playing drums is no excuse not to look cute. Besides, if McDaniel shows up, I want to look my best. Oh, crap, I should be paying attention. “Did you hear anything I said?”I answer honestly, “No.”Denny runs a hand through his spiked hair and asks, “Do you really want to learn how to march?”“I have to learn to march if I want to be a part of the section, right?”“Right.”“Then, it doesn’t really matter if I want to do anything. It’s something I have to do.”Denny looks confused and partially like he’s completely regretting the decision to add me to his section, but proceeds to teach me drill for the better part of two hours. While we run through the steps, I look longingly over at my quints, which I have secretly decided to name Quincy.
Courtney Brandt, Confessions of a Teenage Band Geek
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