That One Marching Band Romance: Movement One

Dancing With Fire

(There is the first picture of Jackson.)

Jackson:

"Yo Jack, get up we have band camp," my older brother Chase yelled from the living room.

"But I don't want to," I whined and re-covered my face and dozed back off.

"Don't make me get the ice bucket," Chase threatened. I shot up.

"Don't you dare," I threatened back.

"Well, get up and you won't have to find out," my brother teased. I rolled out of bed and got into the shower. I changed into running shorts and an old T-shirt, "Let's go we are running late!" Chase said, pushing me out the door. I put my running shoes on in the car and checked to make sure I had my gallon full of water. Showing up at school, band camp seemed super fun, then drill, block, and conditioning ruined that for me. After running block I went over and took a huge gush from my water.

Standing back up, I backed up into something, or should I say someone, "Dude! Watch it! I have a bass drum here." a feminine voice said.

"Sorry I didn't see you there," I said turning around to face this girl.

"No one ever does," she said sarcastically and then smiled. Wow, and she wasn't joking. She's pretty short to my five-ten, "Hi, I'm Danny Anderson. I play bass two," she said sticking out her hand around her drum.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jackson Rodgers, I play the trumpet," I said, shaking her hand.

"Do you mind handing me my water while I take this pain in the butt off?" she asked lifting her drum off her chest.

"Yeah sure thing," I replied grabbing the water she pointed to. That was covered with tie-dye duct tape.

"So let me guess, you hate duct tape?" I asked smirking at her. She took a big drink and set it back down.

"I hate it," she played along.

"Yo! Get back here! We have the show drill to start!" Harry Jacobson, our drill coach, screamed. Danny put her drum on and raced back to the drill line. I followed her, grabbing my gold-colored trumpet on the way, "Left! Right! Turn! Where is your dot! 8 to 5! God Jackson were you born with two left feet? Get the footing right!" Harry screamed at me. We restarted the drill and I fixed the mistake and Harry, even though I never thought he could smile, smiled at me, "Alright. Take five and Ty, take the basses and go work on the music," Harry said and I looked over and Danny was staring at me. She smiled and pointed towards her water and she walked/ jogged over to where I was. She took off her bass again.

"So Harry, he's an interesting jerk isn't he," I said lifting my eyebrows.

"He's weird and leaving me with mixed first impressions," she said spilling a little bit of water on her T-shirt.

"Hahahahahaha!" she frowned and pulled me close to her face.

"You didn't see anything," she said, then put her drum back on and I pretended to lock my lips shut. After another three hours of drill, Harry said the words I've been dreaming of hearing since this morning.

"Good job today everyone. Go home," Harry dismissed us and I raced over to the pit and helped them pack up.

"Alright battery let's march back!" a dirty blond guy said, walking over and putting his snare drum on. That must be Kendall. He looked scarier in person. Danny ran over and lined up next to Edward Marsh, one of my sophomore friends.

"Yo Jackson, good job today man," Brett said ruffling my hair.

"Thanks and thank you for helping me with the drill so that Harry didn't kill me on the spot," I said, packing up my trumpet and following the drumline down the steep field hill.