I'm in Two of The Bands

The Park

Needless to say the rest of the day was uneventful.

Evan passed out music after lunch.

Their show this year was entitled, 'A Winter Wonderland.'

They were going to be playing Christmas and Holiday music.

How predictable.

Or at least that's what Julie thought.

She had seen at least ten performances in the past four years that involved Holiday Music.

"Usually Mr. Lee tries to center our drill on the sections he believes have the best marchers. We've been pretty good since Evan's first year. We're most likely going to be on or near the 50 at all times," Mason explained as the entire section walked to the parking lot.

Mr. Lee was the bands director, a lot of people didn't like him too much, he was nice but a little boring. That's why everyone liked Mr. McMahon so much better, he was younger and cooler.

Julie saw her mom and walked over to her car.

She opened the trunk, "Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" Her mother replied.

"Interesting," Julie replied.

She saw Evan walking over towards her out of the corner of her eye.

He put a hand on her back and said, "Don't forget about the bonfire."

"I'm not that forgetful thank you very much," she said sarcastically.

Evan rolled his eyes, "Give me your phone."

"Excuse me? You're not my mother," Julie snapped.

He groaned, frustrated, "I'm going to give you my number so you can tell me about the bonfire or incase heaven forbid you need something!"

"Geez fine, as long as you get off your man period," Julie said, handing him her phone.

He entered his number quickly and handed it back to her.

Evan started to stroll away, his instrument in his hand.

"Yeah okay that's cool! See you later Evan," Julie said annoyed.

He never even turned back to say anything.

How rude?

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That night Julie asked her parents during dinner about the bonfire.

"I think that's a great idea! How many kids are in your section? 8?" Her mother asked excitedly.

"No actually, there are three other people in my section," Julie said, putting a piece of pasta in her mouth.

"That's it? I thought this was a marching band not a pep band," he father remarked.

"It is a marching band dad. Not all bands can have 150 students in their band," she explained.

"About how many people are in the band then?" Her mom asked.

"About 70 total. The pit has about three or four people. Guard has at most fifteen people, probably more like ten though. We have one drum major," Julie explained shrugging.

"Are they professional at least?" Her dad asked.

"My section leader is, that's about it. Besides me of course," she explained.

"Then maybe you should convince them to become more professional," her mother suggested.

"I don't know they seem pretty comfortable. Whatever. But can I have the guys over?" She pressed.