Hearts of Honor: A Band of Love

Stupid Nametag

I walked into the auditorium. The place looked bigger than in my dreams. It was because of that dream last year that I gave honor band a bad name.

My saxophone slung into many people. People I don't know except a select few. A pit opened in my stomach. I was now in gold band. I was now advance and had to play harder music. The fact made my stomach clinch. I pushed through the pain and continue to be a stranger stuck in this mysterious new world.

I looked for the people I knew. Once I found them, I ran over to them until honor band decided to start.

"Guys we're running a bit behind today, however any Woodrow kids wanta help move this percussion stuff back to the band room?" One of the directors called out.

We were easily spotted and had to help move the percussion instruments back to the band room. As we had arrived to the band room, I saw the old faces I had once seen last year around this time. I also saw new faces from the middle schools. Faces of people I didn't think would tryout for honor band. Among those people was Isaiah.

"Isaiah?" I asked.

"Yeah!" he said.

"You're doing honor band?"

"After hearing how much fun you guys had last year, I thought I'd give it a shot. I even heard about the FAN FICTION." the last two words were in slow motion. They rang loudly throughout the room.

Everyone turned and looked at me. The Beckley-Stratton kids looked over and laughed. The rest looked concerned.

"Fan fiction?" my friend, Natalie, asked.

"I'll tell you later." I said as I walked off embarrassed.

We made more trips out to the band room. On the way, we met someone new.

"My name's Connie." She said. She was from a different school. but she was nicer than people at our school.

"Anthony I'm gonna be honest, I'm not good with names. How am i going to remember hers?" Natalie asked.

I guess the gods heard her request. "Here, these are nametags. Put them on to get to know one another." A director said.

As I was fumbling with my nametag one fell in front of me. I picked it up to return to the person naturally until I noticed the name written on the tag: Hello, My Name is PIPER.

Now I'm holding Piper's stupid nametag as we both locked eyes with each other.