You had only turned 18 in August, managing to make the title of 'Drum Major' for your high school band. It's currently October, and your band is doing great! You've won first place in your competitions so far, and currently you're playing for the homecoming football game. Your director is nothing but confident that you'll do amazing, which helps you with your own confidence as you climb the podium for the halftime show.

The band performs the show beautifully, your tempos and cues helping everybody stay together despite their distance on the field. As the band turns to march off the field and the front ensemble starts rolling off, you climb off your podium, and with the help of one of the pit members, fold it up and start dragging it off the field. However, just as you manage to get it off of the turf while the football players run back onto the field, there's a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around just to be met with a military man, judging by the vest and military pants. He offers you a handshake.

"I saw how you led the band today," He starts off. "You did pretty good out there. Have you ever thought about joining the military?"