That One Marching Band Romance: Movement One

First Day Jitters

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Danny:

My alarm clock made me shoot up from the warmth of my cozy bed and I grumbled. I hit the snooze button and rolled onto my stomach.

"Daniella! It's six-thirty!" I rubbed my eyes slowly, "You're going to be late for your first day of school!" my mom shouted and I realized what she was saying.

"Oh crap!" I quickly got dressed and I ran downstairs slipping on my vans, before grabbing my breakfast. I ate quickly and with my backpack in hand, ran out the door. I got to school right when the passing period started and I ran up the hill into the band room. I wasn't watching where I was going and I slammed right into someone. Hands steadied me and I shook my head and looked up. I was met by the eyes of Jackson.

"Hey speedy," he laughed and I blushed.

"I'm so sorry. I woke up late and just was in a rush," I said trying to sound like I wasn't breathless.

"It's fine, but I am glad I caught you," he smirked and let go of my shoulders.

"Hey Danny, good morning," Mr. McDougal, my band director said.

"Good morning, Mr. McDougal," I responded and helped the other band percussionists set up all the equipment. During the setup, Jackson and I exchanged looks and funny faces.

"Danny, you okay?" Mike asked looking at me and following my gaze.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I bit the inside of my lip.

"Alright, class we're getting into a new concert season. Now, we are going to go through all 12 scales and then I think I'm going to hand out festival music," Mr. McDougal said, lifting his hands to start the scales. I played the Marimba to my best ability through all 12 scales. The bell rang, ending band and I cleaned up. Jackson walked over and picked up our backpacks.

"Thanks," I said, taking my backpack from him.

"Wow, all 12 scales on the first day of school," he said, laughing softly.

"Oh yeah, it was a blast playing a mallet instrument," I said with as much sarcasm as possible.

"What's your next class?" he walked with me to my locker.

"Honors Bio. You?" I spun the dial and unlocked the white locker quickly.

"English. I'll see you at lunch," he said and I stood up with my books in hand.

"Okay bye," he gave me a tight hug and walked off to class. I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face. I walked over to the science building and into room 427. I took a seat next to Ed.

"So you and Jackson?" he smirked at me and I shook my head.

"Yeah," I said and he made a gagging sound while pointing his finger at his mouth.

"Good afternoon class," Mrs. Franklin said to us, "Turn to page 16 in your textbooks and start the Chapter 1 Section 4 notes on the ocean. They are due tomorrow. That is all," She sat at her desk and picked up her book. I rolled my eyes and opened my book and started the five pages of notes.

"So, how long have you been a drummer?" Ed asked writing the title on his page.

"I've been playing the drums since sixth grade," I answered continuing my Cornell notes. The bell rang and I got up to walk to my third class, Geometry. I walked over the room 121 and sat in a seat towards the back.

"Hey, class! Today we are learning about graphing," my math teacher Mr. Waltz said passing out a worksheet, "Which axis do we look at first?" he asked and everyone around me looked at him in blank stares, "Who's my victim? Ah! Yes, Daniella," I frowned and took a deep breath.