For The Love of Marching Band

Chapter 3: In the Practice Room

For those of you that don't know, a practice room is a tiny room, usually soundproof. But, because it's a high school practice room, its not soundproof whatsoever. It's just a regular old room with a piano and space for about 5 people, if you don't mind being squished. People go in there to practice.

So there I was, during break walking by the door to the practice room hall and I hear someone playing the piano. I've been playing the piano for about 6 years, but I'm not that great, so I always like to hear other people play and I try to pick up tips from them. I don't know how to describe the feeling...I guess you could say the music drew me in....? Yeah, that sounds about right. The music drew me in. I went over to the window, and to my surprise there were the two people I wanted to see, Johnathan Richards, the amazing composer, sitting at the piano, and Him, Alex Meyers sitting in a chair next to John. I just kinda stood there for a bit, and then I knocked.

Johnathan looked up and I did a little wave sort of thing. He motioned for me in and so I opened the door and went on in. He was in the middle of showing Alex how he composed most of his songs; just basic chord progressions put to lyrics. As soon as I came in, John wrapped up his little lesson. Then, Alex picked up his guitar and started to sing.

I've heard there was a secret chord, That David played and it pleased the LORD, But you don't really care for music do you. It goes like this, the fourth the fifth, The minor chord, the major lift, The baffled King composing hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

I had heard the song before, but it was the third verse that really spoke to me. It was what made me realize that it truly was for the love of marching band, that we were brought together.

But baby I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you. And I've seen your flag on the marble arch, And love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

John suddenly looked up at me from his spot on the piano bench and asked, "Do you sing?"

"Yup." I replied.

"Do you know this song?" he asked, and started playing 'All I Ask of You' from Phantom of the Opera. And what girl doesn't start singing along to her favorite song?? As soon as I started singing, the look on Alex's face was priceless. (I have been told I sound like Sarah Brightman) I'm not quite sure what happened during that song, but I think we just might have started to fall in love.