Fridays are always the best. I usually give up on looking pretty. I threw on jeans, an old theatre camp t-shirt, one of my many swim team sweatshirts, put my hair in a ponytail, tied my converse up and I was ready to go.
Band came and went. We went outside and worked on drills for our upcoming half time show. I gave John the lyrics, and he said he would read then when he got home.
Alex walked me to sixth period, biology, and after school I went back to the band room to chat with people before my mom came and picked me up.
"Elle, can I ask you something?" Alex said to me as we walked outside the band room.
"Sure." I replied
"Will you go out with me?" He asked.
I paused, gazed up into his sparkling beachy blue eyes, and then I said the word. "Yes." I breathed.
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When we walked back into the band room, we were greeted by half the band. Who knew so many people were in the band room after school?? One of the saxophones, Amy, was the most excited.
"I called it!!!" she shouted as loud as she could. And then she earned a weird look from me. Then my phone rang, ruining my good mood.
"Hey Alex?" I called. "I have to go. My mom is in the pick-up line rite outside. I'll see you tomorrow."
And I went home.
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For The Love of Marching Band
RomanceMusic has an odd way of bringing people together. Everything happens for a reason, and we were brought together for the love of marching band. Here's my story of how I found true love.
