Nerves fluttered in my stomach making me dizzy. The whole band was at the school, packing for our long trip to the other side of Ohio. Swallen had payed for us to stay a few days in Dayton after our contest so we didn't have to ride a bus back in the middle of night and risk anything. I threw my duffel bag into the band trailer beside my drums and took my messenger bag onto the bus. I wasn't aware of Asher following me, my Ipod was to loud to hear him approach behind me. I walked to the back of the bus and tossed my messenger bag into an empty seat at the very back. I turned around to make a double check of everything in the band trailer and gasped when Asher was standing there. I pulled an ear bud out. "Holy shit Asher...give me a heart attack."
He laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. "Quit worrying so much."
I rolled my eyes. "Me, stop worrying? Yeah maybe when I'm dead." I laughed. I pushed past him, grabbing his hand as I did and pulled him off he bus with me. I led him into the band trailer. "Help me do a check." I said.
Asher groaned. "Do I have to?"
"Quit being a baby." I laughed. "I'll gladly take over as section leader for you if you don't want to do your job." I teased.
"I'm on it." Asher said quickly and jumped in the trailer to help me.
I laughed and started going through my mental check list of all the percussion instruments. "See anything missing?"
"Asher, Mak!" Jenny practically screamed.
I spun around. "What is it?" I asked.
Jenny was breathing hard. "I can't find my bass drum. Or my sticks, or my music. Nothing. It's not where it should be." She gasped.
I looked at Asher confused. "I guess we know what's missing." I muttered. "Alright, calm down. It's gotta be here somewhere." I said. "Asher look in here. I'll go check the cage." I said.
Jumping out of the trailer I made Jenny follow me. "The cage? How would it get up there?" She asked.
The cage. The worst place possible any band member's things could have ended up in. Only certain instruments were stored up there. It was a large room, filled with shelves and surrounded by cage walls. Hints the name. It was musty and dusty. Some old percussion equipment and trophies were stored up there and I so desperately wanted to change that. I had found an old quad set, but the moisture had badly damaged that. I was planning to buy it off Swallen and fix it up myself. I swipped the cage keys out of Swallen's office and walked into the gym. Throwing open a door, I made my way up the stairs, taking two at a time and Jenny closely behind me.
"Someone could had put them up there as a practical joke. Which, if that's the case. I hope that person knows self-defence when I get my hands on them." I grumbled.
"You scare me sometimes." Jenny laughed.
"That could be a good thing." I said as I unlocked the cage door and pushed it open. I cursed under my breath, noticing I'd have to find my way in the dark for the stupid lightswitch. "Careful." Jenny said in a hushed voice as I stepped into the cage. "Yeah, no promises." I muttered back. I cursed when I tripped over an old, empty trombone case and smacked my hand on the wall. "Ouch. Mother..." I bit my tongue to stop myself. I found the lightswitch and flipped it on. "Thank god." I muttered. Jenny practically bolted into the room and started throwing things aside. "Calm down girl!" I tried not to laugh.
"But the band leaves in like fifteen minutes!" She exclaimed.
"I know. We'll find it." My phone started blaring Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin. I jumped and answered. "Hello?"
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Marching The Line: The Newbie
Teen FictionMakenna Cooper; quiet, strong-willed, hard-headed and determined to prove herself. Her only problem is she can't read music and that's the only thing she wants to do when she has to move schools. Her dyslexia becomes a problem during Marching band...
