Super Mario Marching Band!

Prologue

Everyone walked to the band room, today was in the middle of summer, so band camp was being held. Everyone laid out their cases and took their instruments out.

"Morning, students, my name is Mr. Bowser," a deep voice said from the upper level. Everyone turned in surprise of the loudness yet gentleness of the voice. "Who are you?" A brown-haired boy asked. "Who are you?" Mr. Bowser said, resting his cheek on his hand. "My name is Mario, Mr. Bowser," the boy, Mario, replied. "Well then, Mario. My name is Mr. Bowser, your new band director," the redhead replied, walking down the stairs.

As soon as the new band director got to the lower level, he stared at the band room with disgust. "What is this place? Hardly looks like a band room at at all. Contras, I want your cases to rest neatly by these lockers," Mr. Bowser said, quietly walking down to the Saxophones.

"Morning sir," a quiet Tenor Saxophone said, going back to cleaning his mouthpiece. "Who is the section leader?" the director asked, walking around the section. "T-that would be me, sir...," a young blonde said, standing up, looking embarrassed. "Name?" he responded. "My name's Peach, sir," Peach said quietly. "Show some pride, Peach. You're a section leader, be proud of that title," Bowser said, giving her a small smile.

"Aaalright, Mario. Contras are nice n' neat by the lockers!" A brunette said, smiling at her work. "Good job, Daisy. I knew I could count on you," Mario said, patting Daisy on the back. 

"Listen up, folks. Today is camo day number one. I'm going to grind your asses to the limit. I watched you guys last year, so you'b better be practicing those horn angles, no more fidgeting, no more of any of that. I saw some potential in everyone here. But this band room looks like a mess. I want it SPOTLESS by the time I get back, which is in about 10 minutes. If it isn't...," Mr. Bowser said, smirking.

"You all run 3 laps around the field,"