That One Marching Band Romance: Movement One

Movement 1

(There is the first picture of Danny).

Danny:

I start my morning with an hour of jamming on the drum set, as I do every morning. The sound of the bass drum with the high hat really brings me into a happy mood. The name is Danny Anderson, short for Danielle, but I've always hated that name. I'm gonna be a freshman in high school this year. I'm kinda nervous cause every year so far, it's been the same old story; bullies. Hopefully, these next few years will be different. Maybe I'll make some friends because this is supposed to be my fresh new start. I went back to playing my favorite rock beats when I felt my phone vibrate in my black, baggy Hollister jeans.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey Danny, it's Kendall Miller your Drumline captain," he answered.

"Oh, hi Kendall how is your summer?" I balanced my phone between my shoulder and my right ear.

"Great! Can you make it to sectionals tomorrow?" he asked clicked what sounded like snare drum sticks on the other side of the phone.

"Yeah, I can," I feel my phone slip from my ear, and land on the snare drum. I quickly put Kendall on speaker, "Great see you then. Bye Danny," I clear my throat and pick up the phone in my left hand, "Bye Kendall," I shut off my phone and walked out of the garage and into the kitchen for something to drink. I opened the fridge and pulled out a root beer to sip on.

"Oh, good Danielle you're here." My mom walked into the kitchen and kissed my forehead.

"Mom, it's Danny," I whined and slurped more on my root beer.

"There's dinner in the freezer. You can just take it out in about an hour and put it in the oven." My mom said and hugged me again.

"What time will your meeting be over?" I asked looking at the time on the stove.

"Around 9:30, love you," she picked up her keys and purse and opened the front door,

"Love you to mom," About an hour later, I pulled out my dinner and started up the oven. The front door opened and my older brother Michael walked in slamming his keys on the counter.

"Bad day Mikey?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.

"You have no idea, Dan," he answered and that's all I needed to know. I know he's not a fan of Kendall because he is the section leader. My brother Mikey plays the quads and this year he tried to get center snare but lost it because his friends got him drunk the night before his audition. They did it to make him fail.

"Mikey I know what happened, but please don't ruin my first year!" I begged and he looked at me and frowned.

"I'm not going to, Dan, I'm going to put up with Kendall for you sis," he said hugging me tightly, "Now let's eat dinner," he said skidding past me and pulling the now cooked chicken and baked potatoes out of the oven. During dinner, my brother was texting on his phone as usual, so I ate quickly and headed upstairs.

"Going upstairs Mikey," I closed the door behind me and turned on the TV to my favorite show, Friends. I put all my focus into the TV as Ross comes out into the living room dressed as the holiday armadillo. My phone buzzed and it pulled my attention away from the screen.

Brett: Hey so guess how many new trumpets we're getting?

Danny: How many?

Brett: Six. whoop whoop! Going to be a leader to six hopefully good players. But there's this one kid, Jackson. He's my best friend Chase's little bro, you guys should talk.

Danny: Eh idk I want to make friends but I hate talking to people. I can be so awkward.

Brett: You'll be fine just stick with me, kid, and you'll have tons of friends on the first day of band camp.