This One Time At Band Camp...-Ashton Irwin-

07

Oli's P.O.V.

I cursed as I walked out of the mess hall. "hey don't worry child." mike said rubbing my back. (Don't you worry child, don't you worry child.... heavens got a plan for youuuu!sorry.....)

"This is gonna be great." I said sarcastically. "Do you remember the cabin number?" I asked. I never bothered to look. Oops...

"It was cabin....34?" He said unsure. "I dunno, we'll find out he said shoving me in a general direction up a grassy hill with a dirt path lined with large stones.

"This place is like band camp in Highschool except they don't do marching and there's guitars." I said.

"Actually I read on the website that they are requiring marching this year. They brought it in." he said.

"Well that's weird. what Instrument are you doing?" "trumpet.... don't laugh." he said as my face turned red as I tried not to laugh.

Then my phone vibrated. I pulled it out and looked. It read...

HARLEY: who are you roooooooming withhhhhh!😘

ME: mike and this Calum dude. 😒😘😘

HARLEY: ooo two guys😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

I didn't answer after that. She's just trying to mess with me. "Today Junior!" mike yelled and pushed me up the hill farther.

My suitcase was with some van and they were taking it to my cabin right now. Cool right? I could see it passing so I walked up the hill a little faster.

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We stopped In front of out cabin with our suitcases. Inside we heard a awesome guitar solo. It was bass I could identify. Long story short, it was awesome.

I looked at mike excitedly and ran to the door. I swung it open and an Asian boy smiled at me and continued.(I know he's not asian. don't worry.)

He finished and I clapped and mike just stood there. "I'm good yeh?" the boy asked. "I'm Calum, Calum Hood and welcome to band camp." he said waving his arms around with a cheeky grin.

"I'm Oli Jackson. I'm majoring in drumming. Lead snare senior year. I'm guessing your a bass major?" I said with a laugh.

"Yeah! It's cool that a girl was first snare. That's not common. Btw I'm not asian. I'm kiwi." he said.

"Oh ok... I was wondering." I said. "This is Michael or mike or Mikey." I said gesturing to mike.

"Hey man, what do you do?" he asked mike. "Guitar." "WOAH MAN!" after that was said I zoned out and wandered around campus. I Found the percussion hall and some sticks and well, I did what I do. Drum.

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After what seemed like minuets of playing on this old drum set I found I heard a comment. "Maybe instead of a sixteenth rest you could add a high-hat crash." it scared the shit out of me. I jumped. "W-what?" I looked up. It was the guy at the stop light. Bandana guy.

"Here." he said putting out his hands. I gave him the sticks and stood. He walked around the drums to the seat. He positioned him self and played exactly what I played but instead of a rest he used the high-hat.

"Did you write that?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeh, I know it sucks." I said. "No no no no no, it's sweet. I love it. I'm Ashton." He said.

"Oli." I said and put my hands out for the drum sticks. "If you don't mind I was practicing." I tried to say politely.

"Sorry love, but you just looked so perfect standing there." My cheeks flushed. "Uh- t-thank-s" he chuckled and moved from the seat. I sat and looked up.

"Is it okay if I watch?" he asked leaning against a counter holding mallets. "Sure. I suck though. Just a warning."

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YAY!

Gabby™