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Tommy was ecstatic for the first marching band practice.
If his pacing around and hyper jumping around didn’t make it clear, he was constantly smiling and going around to the other freshmen. He was shouting a lot, as usual, but it was very clear to everyone that he was ready for marching band.
It was a Saturday morning in mid-May. Tommy noticed the weather was surprisingly perfect, “like it was meant to be,” as Eret, a to-be section leader, described. But despite the perfect weather, everything would be inside. Everyone knew the show reveal would be happening later that day, but it was also the day to introduce the new band leadership team, including drum majors, and most importantly to introduce some of the basics of marching band to the freshmen.
Tommy had already been approached by some upperclassmen, who were asking all the incoming freshmen for their numbers/contact info for section group chats and communication. He put his number into this guy’s phone, who introduced himself as “Noah” and the trumpet section leader. Apparently Noah seemed to have recognized Tommy. “Wilbur’s baby brother?” Noah had asked (with that exact phrasing). It wasn’t unlikely for Wilbur to call Tommy his “baby brother” no matter how much Tommy tried insisting to everyone that he’s a big man.
Tommy noticed some other upperclassmen, who he assumed were also on the leadership team, approached the other incoming freshmen, asking for numbers and contact info. As much as Tommy wanted to hang around his friends, everyone was instructed to find their section and sort of get to know everyone. He already talked briefly with Noah, and he’s currently chatting with Karl, who’s gonna be a junior. Tommy wanted to be casual, thus exchanging a few words and then letting Karl chat with the rest of the trumpet section. He eventually wandered his way near the clarinet section where he could see his two best friends exchanging contact info with some upperclassmen.
The starting time was rolling around, everyone had arrived at that point ready to start. Tommy was now standing around with the other freshmen, mainly chatting with Eryn. Tubbo and Ranboo were being clingy with each other, as usual. Tommy briefly spotted Purpled and Levi talking with some upperclassmen. Purpled was standing pretty close to a guy who looked kind of similar to him, with blonde hair and a white hoodie. Purpled was wearing his usual and recognizable purple hoodie. They were definitely past giving just contact information.
Try hard, Tommy thought to himself. Already trying to be friends with upperclassmen. He rolled his eyes. Tommy and Purpled haven’t been on the best terms ever since middle school, especially after joining band. What person wears a hoodie at this time of year? It wasn’t super hot, thank god, but it definitely wasn’t hoodie weather.
“Don’t take this too personally, man.” Eryn said, “But I think you’re getting too excited over marching band.”
“This isn’t even the real first marching band practice,” Tubbo added. “Band camp doesn’t start until like late July.”
Ranboo nodded, “Yeah, isn’t this just like the show reveal?”
“Yeah, but it’s still like our first experience with marching band!” Tommy shouted. Purpled eventually walked back over, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. “Someone’s excited for what is literally going to be hell,” he said snarkily with a smirk. Tommy was ready to snap back at him. “We get it, you’re not excited. But you don’t have to ruin our fun.”
“Okay, band director’s son.”
“Okay, 'I’m already talking with upperclassmen-'” Tommy started.
“Alright, guys. I think that’s enough for now!” Ranboo stepped between them, slightly panicky. Tommy continued to glare at Purpled while he laughed to himself.
“You think this is funny, huh?” Tommy stepped forward, “You think this is funny, Purpled?”
Tubbo began gently pushing Tommy back, “Okay, that’s enough!” Eryn stood next to Ranboo, creating a barrier between the two blondes. “I don’t think we need any fighting on the first day.”
“He started it,” Tommy retorted.
“Now you’re actually acting like a child.” Purpled smirked and looked away. Tommy finally dropped the quarrel when Tubbo gave him a glare. Freddie emerged from the crowd and walked towards his friends, having just witnessed Tommy and Purpled’s bickering.
“Frankly,” Freddie said, “I don’t think he was wrong when he said you started actually sounding like a child-”
“Shut it,” Tommy cut Freddie off.
“C’mon,” Eryn looked at the directors, “we don’t have time for this. They’re gonna start soon!”
As if on cue, the band director spoke through a mic and speaker. “Hey, everyone!” He stood at the front of the band hall, wearing a green and white striped bucket hat and a pair of sunglasses in his hands. “Can I get everyone’s attention?”
All the talking quickly died down and everyone turned to look at the band director. “You can all sit down,” he said, chuckling. Everyone sat down, Tommy’s leg was bouncing. It’s starting.
“So, as many of you know, I am one of the band directors here at the high school. My name is Phil Soot, but you all can just call me Phil. No need to be formal with Mr. Soot and that kind of shit while you’re here.”
There were some laughs in the crowd. “This guy’s cool!” an upperclassmen yelled out.
Phil nodded, “Yeah, he’s right.”
Another band director introduced himself. “Of course you guys knew me at the middle school- I’m Scott and I teach and lead both woodwinds and brass!”
“And of course, I’m Callum and I teach and lead percussion!”
Phil smiled and continued talking. “We’re all really excited to be back and to start the season. Going back to the marching band season mindset is really something we all go through here, even the band directors, and we all have to settle into it.” He looked at Scott, giving a small nod.
“So first off,” Scott began, “We know that this can be kind of nerve-wracking for some of you, especially incoming freshmen. Don’t worry- this is normal and a lot of us get nervous too. But this is a great opportunity to get to know your section and your section leaders. A lot of you already know each other but as an incoming freshman you’re getting to meet more people who have a lot of experience so we want to make sure that you feel comfortable, excited, and welcomed!” Scott was always excited about band and when it came to certain seasons and getting to teach it. Everyone loved Scott.
“I’m pretty sure your section leaders have already reached out to some of you for your contact information to keep in touch with your sections, whether that’s through a group chat or some kind of app,” Callum said, “it’s really important for us to be able to communicate.”
“Today we will be playing some of the show music, so you will need your instrument. And of course, later, we will be having the show reveal in the auditorium. We are first going over some basic marching techniques and showing our freshmen the wonderful world of marching band!”
He paused and muttered into his mic, “And also to refresh some of your memories on how you march because some of you don’t have a very big brain capacity.”
The group erupted with laughter and some murmur. “He’s definitely talking about you,” Tommy overheard someone behind him. “Shut up,” another person said.
“So, if we could have all of our leadership members stand up here and introduce yourselves!” Phil stepped aside as multiple upperclassmen got up and stood in a line up front. Tommy spotted one of his brothers at the beginning of the line.
“Starting all the way at the end with our drum majors- all of you have to be loud!” Phil said, before turning off his mic.
A very tall guy with curly brown hair spoke, smiling. “I’m Wilbur, I’m a senior and I’m a drum major! I play mellophone and trumpet.” That’s my brother! Tommy thought to himself with pride. My brother is one of the drum majors! There were a lot of claps and cheers from the entire band, a lot of shouting from a certain section of the band.
Wilbur kept smiling but looked to his right at the next person in line to speak. A slightly shorter guy with short brown-ish hair spoke. “I’m Sam, I’m a senior and I’m a drum major! I play tuba! I’m also the staff sergeant.” Another applause. The other leadership members continued introducing themselves, with clapping and cheers.
A guy around the same height as Sam with dark blonde hair and a green mask began speaking. “I’m Clay, I’m gonna be a junior and I’m also a drum major,” he said calmly but proudly. He stood with his arms crossed but had a calm vibe. “I play alto sax.” There were even more cheers and clapping for him. All three drum majors were wearing matching black graphic tees that said, “Best Drum Majors! ”
Next in line was a short girl with light brown hair in a ponytail. She smiled and waved at everyone. “Hi! I’m Puffy, I’m a senior and I’m the guard captain!” There were some claps and cheers, especially from the guard section who were all sitting together to the left.
Next to her in line to speak was a taller girl with long dark purple hair. “I’m Minx, I’m a senior and I’m the guard lieutenant.” Puffy smiled at her and there were some claps from the guard section.
“Hi, I’m Hannah and I’m the guard social leader!” A girl with long curly brown hair stood next to Minx. She seemed to be around the same height as Puffy– or maybe a little bit taller.
“Hi! I’m Darryl, I’m a senior and I’m the clarinet section leader!” He spoke with excitement.
Next to Darryl was a guy around the same height with brown hair and glasses. “Hi! I’m Ant, I’m a junior, and I’m the flute section leader!” He seemed friendly enough, typical flute behavior. He seemed to be friends with Darryl based on how Tommy saw them interacting with each other earlier.
“Hi! I’m Eret, I’m a junior and I’m the saxophone section leader!” Deep voice. Tommy was slightly taken aback by Eret’s deep voice, but it was oddly soothing.
“Boo!” Wilbur shouted, jokingly. “Beware, Wil and I also have a friendly rivalry!” Eret said, laughing. “He betrayed me!” Wilbur said, “He left the horns for sax!”
“I’m Luke, I’m a senior and I’m the percussion section leader.” Tommy recognized him as one of the upperclassmen Purpled was talking to earlier. “I’m also a Dream stan.” Many upperclassmen laughed at that. Clay raised his fist in the air in triumph before crossing his arms again.
“I’m Lade, but you can call me Techno. I’m a junior and I’m the trombone section leader.” He spoke with a very monotone voice. There was a lot of cheering from the low brass section. My brothers are both leaders! Tommy thought to himself with pride. I’ll be like them one day! He heard Eryn next to him whispering, “That’s my section leader!”
“Hi, I’m Schlatt. I’m a senior and I’m the low brass section leader for some reason.” Many people, including Tommy, laughed at that one. “Frankly I can’t tolerate any of you shits-”
“Yeah, I don’t know who decided to make you section leader.” Clay said sarcastically, staring directly at Sam who smiled uncomfortably.
“Moving on-” Phil said.
“Hi! I’m Noah, I’m a junior and I’m the trumpet section leader!”
A random guy who was sitting with the rest of the band on the floor suddenly stood up, “I’m actually the real trumpet section leader!” The people sitting around him laughed. The guy was wearing a beanie, and from what Tommy could tell, he had longish black hair. He was pretty sure he was a part of the trumpet section.
“Okay, sit down, Alex,” Phil chuckled. “You were only section leader for like two seconds.”
“Hi. I’m Jack, I’m a sophomore and I’m the horn section leader!” Lots of cheers from the high brass section. Jack Manifold! Tommy had sort of lost touch with him after Jack finished eighth grade, but it was nice to see his old friend was still in band. Perhaps they can reignite their friendship, as it doesn’t seem like much has changed for either of them.
“Hi, I’m Walli, I’m a sophomore and I’m a social leader!” He had glasses and a light blue hoodie. What is it with everyone and wearing hoodies and shit at this time of year? It’s not winter– it’s MAY. He had a pretty cheery voice and there were a lot of cheers from other sections.
“LET’S GO WALLI-” Tommy heard someone yell. He glanced behind him for a second and of course, it was Purpled who had yelled. The other sections laughed but Tommy rolled his eyes to himself.
Next to Walli were two other guys, both with brown hair, and Aimsey.
“Hi, I’m Sapnap. I play saxophone and I’m the spirit leader for this year.”
“Hi, I’m David, I play french horn and I’m going to be the uniform manager this year.” There was a loud applause for both of them. Tommy assumed they were both sophomores.
“Hi! I’m Aimee– or Aimsey. I play clarinet and I’m the freshmen representative!” It had only been over a year since Tommy had last spoken with Aimsey but they hadn’t kept in contact much and it felt like she had changed a lot. Tommy was in seventh grade when he was in middle band with Aimsey, who was in eighth grade. Aimsey was pretty close with Tommy, Tubbo, Freddie, and Ranboo. Tommy thought it was cool that an eighth grader wanted to be friends with him, and he was legitimately sad when the end of the school year rolled around and Aimsey was going to go to high school.
“It’s only going to be a year before we get to see each other in the halls again!” Aimsey had said.
“But you’re still leaving!” Tommy whined.
“It’s not like I’m quitting band! You’ll see me when you’re an upcoming freshman and I’ll help you with marching band.”
Aimsey was a good friend and Tommy was excited to see them on the leadership team. He found it fitting for her to be the freshmen representative.
“Oh!” Aimsey looked to her left, “And of course Callahan is once again our librarian! He’s in percussion and front ensemble!” Tommy hadn’t even noticed the person standing next to Aimsey. He seemed to have not said a single word and simply smiled and waved. A huge applause arose throughout the entire band.
“Alright, thank you leadership. Sit back down now.”
Everyone went back to their spots to go sit down.
“Anyways!” Phil began, “Kristin will be working with the guard in the dance gym, Callum will be working with percussion in the percussion room. Everyone else, I need you all to grab your instruments and go to the auxiliary gym– you probably won’t break a sweat so I don’t think you need to bring water with you. You can leave your instruments out in the cafeteria– we won’t need them yet, and create a giant circle once you’re in there! I encourage you to stand next to someone you don’t know, or someone not in your class or section. Especially freshmen! I want you to stand next to someone you don’t know.”
Aww, I can’t stand next to Tubbo. Tommy thought to himself sadly. Though he was excited to meet some upperclassmen. They began to disperse, everyone going in different directions. The guard exited the band hall and the percussion section followed. Everyone who wasn’t going to be a freshman was taking their instruments out of their lockers. Tommy wasn’t sure where to go, he hadn’t really explored the high school that much, so he waited until there were enough people to travel as a group to lead the way to the gym.
Tommy found himself next to two people he didn’t know. The guy to his left happened to be that guy that claimed himself as “the real trumpet section leader,” who Tommy remembered Phil calling him “Alex.” To Tommy’s right was Jack Manifold, who Tommy was friends with in middle school through band. Jack was only a grade above him so most of the freshmen already knew him, if not were already friends with him.
Alex began talking first. “Ayeeee, a rusty freshman? Tell me your name and what instrument you play.”
“My name’s Tommy and I play trumpet,” Tommy said, not wanting to say too much, though the excitement of meeting an upperclassman who started talking to him first was showing through a little bit.
“Wilbur’s little brother!” Alex stated. “And a fellow trumpet player! You’re gonna have a fun time being in the same section as me.” He smiled. “I’m Alex, by the way, if you didn’t already know. And I was going to be section leader but Noah over there apparently was better.” He quickly pointed at Noah, who was a little off from being right across from them in the circle.
“You talking shit about me, Alex? You talking shit about your section leader in front of a freshman?” Noah looked directly at them.
“What? No…! I would never, my oh so dearest section leader,” Alex responded, adding a little sing-songy voice, while Tommy laughed nervously.
Noah laughed a little, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Jack looked to his left at Alex and Tommy, “That’s one way to make a first impression for your section leader.”
“Don’t worry, Tommy. Jack’s first impression in front of Wilbur last year was him falling on his face while trying to demonstrate ‘marching,’” Alex said with air quotes. Tommy burst out laughing. “Did you actually?!” He turned to Jack.
“Look, I thought it would be funny but I just made a fool of myself in front of my section leader.”
“It was funny,” Alex said, “just not in the way you thought it would be.”
Tommy was still laughing, imagining it.
“I swear to god, Quackity, would you stop bringing it up?!” Jack shouted.
Alex shrugged and looked at Tommy again, “Also just so you know, Jack’s infamous for not being able to backwards march for the life of him.” Tommy laughed and saw Alex smile while Jack shook his head.
Quackity leaned over to Tommy a little. “People in band usually call me Quackity, by the way. Feel free to call me that– everyone’s just calling me Alex for simplicity sake. Y’know, first meeting and all that.”
Once they reached their destination, everyone placed their cases on the cafeteria floor, as the tables and chairs were neatly stacked away near the walls. Everyone walked into the gym, forming a large circle.
“Alright,” Phil said through the mic, “we’re gonna start with a little bit of some ice breakers to make sure you know your upperclassmen, then we’ll get into an actual block to work on technique.” All noise from the band stopped and everyone stood at attention.
At some point Phil and Scott were standing in the center of the gym with everyone standing around the perimeter. He found himself next to Quackity again, and to his right was Karl. Throughout learning basic marching technique from instructions from Phil and Scott, Karl also helped him a bit by giving him specific advice. Karl helped make sure that his arms were up properly while having to learn “horns up!” Tommy could feel his arms already getting a bit tired after a few minutes.
After about 2 hours of learning some basics and getting to know some other band members, Phil got everyone together again. In those 2 hours, some band parent volunteers pulled a couple freshmen out at a time to get sized for hats, gloves, shoes, and bibbers.
“Good work everyone, one more quick rep before we split for sectionals and actually rep the show music!” Phil said over the mic. “Not bad for some rookies,” he added, jokingly.
“Hey!”
“C’mon, don’t act all offended now.”
Everyone cheered and rushed to the block to practice before packing up their instruments. Tommy disassembled his trumpet and quickly placed everything inside before closing his case. He picked his case up and walked with Tubbo and Ranboo to the rest of the band.
Most of the freshmen were huddled up together as the band followed behind the guard. Tommy saw Quackity and Karl talking with one guy he remembered was on leadership. Sapnap? The name sounded familiar, but it was probably him.
The band split for sectionals with brass being in the auditorium and woodwinds in the band hall. Tommy said his quick goodbyes to his best friends and he found Eryn to walk with to the auditorium.
...
Everyone was in the auditorium practicing the music. The woodwinds and percussion eventually arrived to do full reps. The drum majors had made it a point to memorize the show music over the summer for band camp, though they had only learned the first two movements. Tommy made a mental note for himself, but he was sure his dad and brothers would constantly remind him. He constantly checked the time on his phone, waiting for Phil to finally announce that it was time to do the show reveal. He tapped his foot to the metronome and tapped his fingers against his trumpet. Any second now.
“Alright, you guys can pack up, lower your stands, and get settled, the guard is going to be joining us in here soon for the show reveal.”
The auditorium was filled with cheers as people stood up and opened up their cases and disassembled their instruments. Tommy quickly took his trumpet apart and shoved it into its case. He sat back down with his case by his feet. He lowered his stand and stacked all his music together.
Front ensemble began moving their stuff off the stage where the band directors had been standing the entire time. The three drum majors turned the metronome off and moved towards the front. Most people were still getting their stuff together and settling down when the guard started walking in. They sat in the back as the front of the auditorium was being occupied by the entire band. He spotted Puffy leading the guard into the seats behind the trumpet section and in front of the euphoniums. Tommy was right behind the clarinets with the rest of high brass, so he was within earshot of Ranboo and Tubbo.
Tubbo turned around to look at Tommy, “Isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for?”
“Of course, obviously.”
Ranboo and Tubbo laughed as they both placed their cases down by their feet. The lights turned off and the projector screen was lowering. He saw Phil and Kristin talking quietly on the stage while Scott was pulling something up on the computer. Front ensemble found some empty seats behind the flutes.
“Yeah, show reveal!” he heard someone yell. Following was a loud applause that filled the auditorium. The anticipation was killing Tommy as he bounced in his seat.
A video was now showing on the screen, Scott about to hit the play button. Phil grabbed a mic and started speaking.
“Are we ready to start?” Phil asked through the mic, mostly looking at the guard section. Puffy gave him a thumbs up. Phil nodded and looked at Scott to start the video.
The video began playing on the projector. The sounds of waves and men shouting were played through the speakers. Then, the video panned to black boots and a sunset.
There were sounds of men whispering amongst themselves, then the screen faded to black. The screen faded to a video of a man standing in a crowd of people, holding a flag while the sun was setting.
The video faded again, this time the words, “Revolution 2021,” was displayed in front of an image of a sunset with the silhouette of army men holding swords and flags.
Tommy knew that Wilbur must’ve had a part in choosing the show theme.
The entire auditorium of band kids cheered as the video ended. Tommy felt himself jumping up and down in his seat. Despite being the band director’s son and both of his brothers being in leadership, he wasn’t told the show theme no matter how much he begged and bothered for them to tell him.
“Thank you, thank you,” Phil said into the mic. “You can thank Wilbur for filming and editing all of that.” Many people cheered for Wilbur, who was standing to the side with a smug expression. Of course Wilbur made that video! Tommy thought back to when Phil and Wil had to drive down to the beach for “aesthetic reasons.” It all made sense to him now.
“So that is our show: Revolution!” Scott had now pulled up a slideshow onto the projector. There was the image again, Revolution 2021 in front of a sunset image and the silhouette.
“First, we gotta talk about the music! And our show designers!” There was a new slide with text on it, stating the music selections and the composers. The next slide had a small list of names for the arrangers, set and costume designers, and the drill writers.
Scott skipped to the next slide, where there were three images shown. Our uniforms! Tommy thought to himself.
“Here are the costumes!” Phil pointed to the first costume on the left. It was a sketch that showcased a uniform with white-ish pants and black shoes. The jacket was a dark navy blue that was short in the front but extended in the back like a jacket tail. The front was buttoned with a red belt that wrapped around the waist. The sleeves had two white strips at the bottom and there was a red collar on the jacket. To top it all off the hat was black with a red-colored plume. It definitely gave off a military uniform in the 1700s.
“These are going to be the standard marching uniforms for most of you in the band. As you can see there looks to be multiple parts to it.” Phil first pointed to the pants. “Yes, you guys are going to have white bibbers this year.” There were a few sounds of distress among some of the upperclassmen. “Yes, I know. White bibbers. We still have our normal bibbers but you guys will have to wear the white ones when you have to be in costume.”
Phil then gestured to the jacket. “You will have a jacket that actually buttons up in the front and it has a tail in the back. Section leaders will actually have a brown strap that goes around over the right shoulder.” He pressed a button and there an image popped up on the slide. It was the exact same image as the normal uniform but there was a brown strap that Phil had described.
“The buttons we are actually having some student and parent volunteers helping to put on,” Scott added, “because apparently it's an extra 20 dollars per button to have the company add them.”
“Next, you also have a red collar and a red belt. The belt just wraps around the waist over the jacket,” Phil continued to explain. “Your hats are going to be similar to last year’s, the simple black bucket style thing with a red-colored plume.”
Phil turned around and gestured at the next image, which was a sketch of a uniform similar to the previous, but there was a gold tassel on one shoulder and the bottom of the jacket opening was in the downwards “V” shape, the belt and collar were a slightly lighter color and there was the brown strap that went over the right shoulder.
“This is the uniform for drumline! All of you will have the brown strap that I already talked about. Pretty much almost everything is the same, but your jacket has a different opening and shape, and you have a shoulder tassel on the left shoulder.”
Scott popped up, “Actually, the drumline's belt will each be a different color than the rest of the bands and from each other.”
“Oh, right. Thank you Scott! For example, Punz might have a blue belt while 80 has a black belt. Everyone in drumline will have a different belt color.” There was some chatter in the back from drumline, who seemed pretty excited. “What color do you think you’re gonna get?” Tommy heard someone ask. He glanced behind him for a brief second to see a guy with short brown hair talking to Punz. Tommy assumed this guy was Andrew or “80” as people called him, since everyone talked a lot about how he was an absolute percussion unit– or something along those lines.
“Next! This is the drum major uniform!” Phil pointed to the last image on the slide. The sketch had black pants and a short black jacket. The jacket had a white and gold stripe going from the right shoulder down to the bottom right. It was elbow length with large white gloves that extended in width at the end.
Tommy saw Sam, Wilbur, and Dream sitting next to each other right in front of the stage. "You guys,” Phil said while looking at the three, “will have the black bibbers like last year’s uniforms, and you’ll have a black jacket that’s around waist-length. You will have the white gloves and your sleeves will fold at around the elbow. We’re using different gloves and as far as we know, you guys won’t have hats.”
The three drum majors shared excitement amongst themselves as Phil finished and moved onto the next slide. The next slide had a sketch of what looked to be the guard’s costume.
“Hey guard! This is your costume!’
The first sketch had a similar style to the band’s costume, with a light blue-purple jacket that was short in the front, but instead it extended and flowed in the back to a skirt. It had long tight sleeves with a white trim at the bottom. The buttons in the front were gold and the collar and belt was a baby blue. The costume had tight black pants that faded to a transparent material towards the bottom. The sketch next to it was practically the same except the skirt in the back was shorter and now as flowy, the pants were a solid black all the way down and appeared a bit looser.
“The guard’s costume will be more like a dress, you have the long skirt in the back and your jackets are going to be around waist-length in the front so you won’t trip on your skirt. The one on the right is the guys’ costume which George will be getting. The skirt isn’t as long and it’s not as loose and free-flowing, it’s a bit more like a jacket tail like the band’s uniforms. Everything will be quite stretchy and tight.”
Phil moved to the next slide which showed some rocks. “These are what some of our props are going to look like. We won’t have the buckets of concrete anymore and we have the tall screens instead- if you remember the old props from last year with the buckets of concrete then go ahead and take a sigh of relief.”
There were a lot of laughs but also lots of cheers and sighs from some of the upperclassmen. “No buckets of concrete!” someone yelled.
“Yeah I think that about sums it up,” Phil said. “Oh also our show shirts are going to be something like this design…”
Phil pointed to the screen as Scott went back to the show title slide. Revolution 2021 was written in the center of a sunset with some swords and rocks.
“We don’t know what color the shirts are going to be yet, but everyone will get two of them for games, Fridays, competitions…”
“We’re hoping that they’re a good color,” Scott said, earning some laughs.
...
The band directors spoke some more about the technical stuff like fees and dates and registration- Tommy mostly tuned it out.
Now, it was time for dismissal. Everyone stood up, with their cases in hand. “Aww, I wish I didn’t make you guys pack up so soon so we could do our very first dismissal.”
“1, 2, 3, 4…”
“L-M-H-S BAND PRIDE!”
“Alright, get out now! If you borrowed an instrument just leave it in the band hall and we’ll take it from there!”
Everyone hurried to get back to the band hall and to finally leave. Tommy knew that he would have to wait and stay behind for a bit considering that his parents were directors and his older brothers were in leadership, which meant that they would be staying behind to help out. Tommy knew that he could theoretically ask one of his brothers for a ride home (as Wilbur and Techno each had their own car and drove here themselves while Tommy had to ride with his parents), but it would likely result in him being roped into helping to clean up. But once he stepped back into the band hall and naturally found his family, he didn’t mind helping.
Eventually, Tommy found himself with Phil, Wilbur, Kristin, and Techno with a cleaned up band hall and no remaining students, all ready to ride back home.