Head Down (phanfiction)

19 * Useless Bass Guitar (self inserting and then roasting myself)

So far only twenty people had signed up for the marching band program and half of those wanted to be in the front ensemble. That couldn't work. We needed, at the very least, a dozen people on the field to be any good.

Sir was trying to convince all the percussionists on concert marimbas and Timpani drums and other big instruments that can't be marched to switch to something that can be put on a harness.

It wasn't easy.

Not a lot of people wanted to step out of their comfort zone after they've spent so long practicing something else.

The violinists would have to adopt a new instrument, too. They'd never be able to be heard the blare of the tubas. That is, if we had any tubas.

Six clarinets,
Four trumpets,
Two saxophones,
Two flutes,
Two baritones,
Three bass drums,
Two snares,
Two cymbals,
And for some reason one completely unnecessary bass guitar that really did not need to be there.

It's stressful, but Sir really wants this, and the more I think about it the more I want it too. I pressured my entire section into signing up. This had to happen. I couldn't wait to be drum major.

But you don't really care about that. Only other band geeks want to listen to someone ramble about band.

You probably want to know how Dan is doing. I get it, he's an interesting guy. Mum's been teaching him how to "contour" and "highlight" and "blend" which are all makeup terms I don't understand.

He had teared up when Mum made a big show of giving him his first tube of red lipstick. I didn't really get it, but it seemed very important to both of them.

"Every girl-- I mean, every person who wears makeup," Mum had said, "needs her perfect shade of red lips."

Dan's were a soft, pinkish, flowery red. Not at all like the harsh fire engine red you usually see. No, Dan's lips were candy red and kissable. Bright but not blinding. Just perfect.

I also noticed he had the cutest little pout. I think he was just trying to get used to having so much paint on his face, but damn.

I couldn't contain myself any longer.

I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard on his beautiful red lips.

It occurred to me for a fleeting second that my mother was standing right behind me, but I couldn't imagine her being very bothered by this.

She was, after all, the one who made my boyfriend somehow even more irresistible than he already was.

*

I smirked and rested my hand on Dan's thigh. "Now we should get you some panties," I say once we were safely alone in my room.

Dan laughed, "I don't think I'm into that, babe," He lifted his head off my chest and looked at me through his messy bangs. "Sorry."

"I think you'd look sexy," I laughed into the kiss I planted on Dan's cheek, but I was only half joking. "Don't tell me you haven't at least thought about it?"

Dan's face was pink, just like it always got when he was embarrassed. Bright pink. Cute.

"Stooop," Dan whined, tucking his knees into his chest and hiding his face.