Drum Major Jauregui

Pairing: Lauren & Normani
Word Count: 5803
Summary: Marching Band AU where Lauren and Normani compete over who's boss of their high school marching band. 

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A/N: Here's a smutty Laurmani one shot and marching band AU! I wrote this not only because I love marching band (and because I start drum major training next week) but also to hold you guys over while I work on Antithesis. School starts back up again soon and I didn't want to leave you all empty handed while I wrote the next chapter so here it is.

It would help if you Google image searched 'bibbers' before this if you've never been in a marching band too btw. There are also other marching band terms in here too, but they're not ALL that important. Also, I know Laurmani's birthdays are inaccurate in this so don't get on my ass about it.

Shoutout to Autumn for fixin this up for me, I love ha! Hope you all enjoy this please hmu on Twitter (@kordeibaybay) for feedback, comments etc. -D

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To the average high school student, marching around on a hot football field on a Saturday morning was the last place they would want to be. However to a select few above-average students, it was one of the few things they looked forward to in their busy lives. The opportunity to prove themselves weighed on the students as they gathered to the field that morning.
For the Palmetto High School Marching Mustang Band, this particularly sweltering morning was not just another day to perfect their 8-minute show: it was a rehearsal in preparation for their first competition of the new season with having just recently become an AAA band, and it was taking place that night. An influx of gawky freshman had lent in raising the numbers in the award-winning marching band program, but they were not guaranteed to maintain their decorated reputation. They were competing against 6 other AAA bands from schools all around the state and if those painfully awkward freshman forgot one of their drill sets, the Marching Mustangs were doomed.
The band had been on the field since 8 in the morning, the temperature had slowly climbed into the 90s as they approached noon. The band director didn't desire to overwork his students but there were hundreds of things that needed to be cleaned before they left for competition. Despite the ensemble's increasingly obvious fatigue, there was one person who kept the band's morale high: their drum major, Lauren Jauregui. Lauren was the true poster-child of the entire band program. The 17 year old senior made All-State almost every year in french horn, consistently got straight As, and played fastpitch softball during offseason. Lauren was able to balance her academic, athletic, and social life as an IB student and consequently drew quite a bit of envy from her peers. Having been on the Marching Mustang's leadership team since her sophomore year, everyone in the band had come to adore her for her determination, enthusiasm, decisiveness, and her looks. Although it she found it a bit unnerving that all of the freshman stared at her with childish adoration as she stood atop the drum major podium, their attention allowed her to concentrate their focus, which came in handy on days like this one.
"Reset and then go to standby!" Lauren yelled. The ensemble moseyed slowly back into their previous drill spots, talking and giggling with each other.
"Hustle!" Lauren commanded, watching the band bustle quickly back to their positions. Lauren adjusted her gloves as she stared at the ensemble as they obeyed her directions, tapping her foot against her score binder on the high podium.
"Okay, Mustangs," the band director said enthusiastically into his headset sitting in the press box,"I want you to break up into sectionals and rehearse the third movement."
A hand shot up on the field. When Lauren saw who raised their hand she tried to hold in her scoff of annoyance.
"Yes, Normani." The band director said, knowing already who the member was without squinting his eyes.
"Where do you want us to stop?" The alto-saxophone player asked loudly.
"Stop at C." The band director replied. "And I want Lauren to go to the saxes and mellos to teach them a new articulation in the phrase."
Lauren saw Normani's eyes roll underneath the brim of her pristine Dri-Fit hat. She sighed as she brought her eyes to her feet, reaching down to grab at her score binder while the section leaders quickly turned towards their section to overview the music.
"Okay, here we go." Lauren said softly to herself, hopping down off of the podium. She could already feel Normani's menacing gaze all the way from the fifty yard-line. Lauren slowly walked over the sectio, mind thinking back to the last real interaction her and Normani had had that didn't result in a catty argument.