REFERENCE: (Y/N's solo is on the top, Shawn's is on the bottom)
Ally put the tenors in her pick up truck, while Nate used bungee cords to secure it in the back. We were met at the school with three mini vans, 15 other band members, and a shedload of support. Camila made signs; One even said "Number one drum major on the field, number one in my heart." Another had my face on a giant piece of cardboard. Dinah brought pizza pockets and Canadian milk which she would not discuss its true origin. Normani brought fortune cookies from Hibachi Jose's, and Nate brought leftover noisemakers and confetti cannons from his parents' New Years Eve party.
Camila drove me and Normani, Ally drove Nick and Dinah, and Lauren led her own minivan of people she's probably only talked to once. I admired that about her. She always was there to lend a helping hand.
The weird thing about Ridgeview is that everything looks great, even their dumpsters. A sea of green, grey, and black has stood for decades as allegedly being a top school, but everyone and their mom who went to Garrison knew that the prep school used textbooks their parents learned from and instead funded more extracurriculars.
When we got there, Shawn was practicing a few rolls and getting ready. I also noticed his caretaker, Ezekiel, was there. Thank God, because I don't feel like getting another bruise that I have to pretend is a hickey.
"Greyhounds." Shawn smirked as he saw our band. "Funny, I didn't think the mutt would show up to fight for you."
"Enough with the insults, Mendes. Put your music where your mouth is." I said, crossing my arms.
"Ladies and Gentleman," the announcer, a kid from a completely different school began. "Welcome to the Drum Battle of the Bands! Representing Ridgeview Prep, Drum Major Shawn Mendes on Snare."
The Ridgeview kids cheered as Shawn held his sticks to the sky.
"And representing Garrison High, Drum Major Y/N Allen on Tenor."
The Garrison band bellowed and shook their noisemakers. Camila and the guard held up their signs, which just got Shawn more pissed.
"The team who is hosting the drum battle shall go first. Shawn Mendes, you may begin."
Shawn came up to his snare on a stand, flared his nostrils at me, and begin to play. I recognized this- it was a snare drum solo from Tornado, the one thing no one in the band could play. His arms moved quick yet rhythmically as he hit the snare, and at one point we thought he was going to break it. At the end, he showed off a little with some single stick rolls. No one knew why except Nate and I.
In our freshman year after our final game, Nate broke his arm in the stands doing single stick rolls. It was so bad the entire band had to drive the bus to the hospital, and he couldn't play for months. The instructors put him off to the side of the field instead, giving him a kickstand on each side of the drum so he could play his part with his feet. The Ridgeview band that year taunted him and said, "Nice hands, feet."
The Ridgeview band cheered, and I looked at Nate. I've never seen him angry, but he looked like he wanted to choke Shawn. His wrist will never fully heal.
"Hey," I went up to him. "You have those other mallets I told you to bring?"
"You said those were only for an emergency." Nate said through gritted teeth.
"This is most definitely an emergency." I said. "C'mon, I wrote this one myself, I have to have the upper hand."
Nate hesitantly handed over the sticks, and I placed it in the tenor pockets.
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battle of the bands (and babes) ~ camila/you
Fanfiction'Camila, this is my band. I'll finish this.' 'Y/N, this is my battle. I'll finish this. For you. For us.' this story was originally posted on 5hfanfiction on tumblr. now it's here. ||||||||||||||| Y/N Allen is the Marching Greyhounds dru...