Voltron Headcanons

Band Camp

I started this at band camp so why not publish this almost half a year late? Good lord, it's been way too long.

To start, who plays what?
Lance is a trumpet, no doubt about it. Ego? Check. Loud? Check. Talkative? Check. He's got it all.

Shiro is a part-time bass drum. He's the heart and tempo of the band, and his instrument is the heaviest. He loved it. Now he's the drum major during marching season and the bass drum in concert season.

Hunk is a trombone. He's kind, funny, and protective. He also likes the sliding notes he can play with it.

Pidge is a French horn. She plays an instrument that can be associated with either gender, and she's really good at it too. She heard that French horn was hard and accepted the challenge.

Keith is a saxophone. He loves the way he can manipulate the notes to be loud and brassy or soft and melodic. It fits him very well.

Allura's a piccolo, and a phenomenal one at that. She's never too loud or soft, and she's always in tune. It's amazing, really.

Coran is the director. Need I say more?

Alright, now that we have the instruments out of the way, here's a snippet of what marching band camp is like:

"LEFT! MOVE LEFT YOU DIMWIT!!" Pidge screamed at Lance. "I'M ABOUT TO GET CRUSHED BY YOU!" Lance shrieked and jumped out of Pidge's way, earning a shin kick in the process. He forgot to turn and almost crashed into the French Horn player while marching. Shiro called a halt whistle and walked over to the bickering students.

"What's going on?" He asked, looking at them quizzically.

"Lance forgot to turn and I almost died." Pidge responded, dramatically shoving Lance as she spoke. Lance feigned being hurt and stumbled back in mock horror.

"I came here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now!" He said to Shiro, voice shrill in indignation. Shiro sighed, exasperated.

"Just.... don't do it again, okay?" The drum major asked.

"Only if this gremlin stops attacking me!" Lance yelled, narrowly avoiding a second kick from Pidge. Keith looked across the block and sighed, pulling out an extra reed case from his pocket and lobbing it at Lance. It hit its mark— his ear, and the trumpet player shrieked.

"OH MY GOD SOMETHING FLEW IN MY EAR NOOOOOOOOPE NEVERMIND GOODBYE BAND!" He screamed and ran to the back of the block, batting at his head furiously. Keith snickered, and it wasn't unnoticed by the ever observant Shiro. The drum major looked at Keith and sighed in disappointment, pinning the saxophone with his Dad Look ™️. Keith looked away sheepishly and got back in line, much to Coran's amusement. He cleared his throat before stepping in.

"Band! Attention!!" He called, causing everyone to snap to attention— even Lance, who was in the middle of freaking out before the call. Coran continued speaking. "Fall in line! We have so much to work on! Lance, don't forget to turn. Pidge, don't kick Lance. Keith, please don't throw reed cases at others. Shiro, take a breather. Hunk and Allura, please stop placing bets on the other students, okay? Okay. Let's run the drill again."

The whole band groaned and did as they were told.