I'm in Two of The Bands

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Julie woke up extra early that Thursday morning to get ready for her new marching band.

The director had told Julie's mother to bring her instrument, music binder, a back pack, lunch and a water jug.

So, in other words, what she usually brought to a rehearsal.

Julie got dressed in a white T-shirt and sports shorts and her sneakers.

Her bag was properly packed with sunscreen, sunglasses, small first aid kit (she was always the prepared one in her section), and her marching band binder which was already fully stocked with empty page protectors for her music.

The Kansas City High Marching Band was meeting on their football field at 8:30 in the morning.

Julie arrived fifteen minutes early as she always did to any and all marching band events.

"Alright honey, have a good day! Make some friends!" Her mother called as Julie walked away from her car.

"See you later mom!" She called over her shoulder.

There were only a few people there already and Julie spotted someone who was a bit older, probably a staff member.

She walked over to him and said, "Hi, I'm Julie Meyer. I'm new and was told to see Evan Miller. Can you point out which person he is?"

The man nodded, "It's an honor to meet you Julie. I'm the assistant director, Mr. McMahon. I'll get Evan for you."

Mr. McMahon seemed nice; he was young, probably just out of college a few years ago.

"Evan!" He called waving at someone, "Come here!"

A boy came jogging over to them.

He had her black hair and piercing green eyes. His pale completion was in contrast to his dark hair. He wore black basketball shorts, a white sleeveless T-shirt and converse shoes.

"Evan. This is Julie Meyer. She's one of yours. She's a junior. Take care of her," Mr. McMahon instructed.

Evan gave him a nod and turned to Julie, extending a hand.

"Evan Miller," he said.

Julie shook his hand saying, "Julie Meyer."

She swore she had seen him before; she couldn't put her finger on it though.

Evan motioned for her to follow him.

"So where are you from?" Evan asked as they approached a group of people surrounding instrument cases.

"New York," she replied.

Evan motioned for her to put her case down next to one that was a lot smaller.

It had to be a trumpet case.

She took off her bag and placed it on the ground.

"Ever marched?" Evan asked.

"Absolutely, I live for marching band," she replied smiling shyly.

Evan nodded, "I've seen you before. I know I have."

"I was just thinking the same thing," Julie exhaled.

"What was your bands name, maybe I've heard of them," he asked curiously.

"I marched two years in Lancaster," she said quietly.

Evan's eyes widened.

"Did you just say what I think you said?" He asked.