The hand waved, conducting again, the drum major on the podium, you were all representing Hawkthorne high school, going against Thalan High, “Detail to the ready!” Caleb yelled,

Everyone went into position, “That was good, but can we all have individual tests?” The other firm major— Leah said, a chorus of ‘Yes’ and ‘on it!’ Came, you were all practicing for the next game, depending on your role as color guard for band you all had to practice your drill spots.

Caleb Huang, everyone knew him, he was one of the popular guys and best friends with the hockey and football teams and almost all the seniors, he was a senior. Straight A’s, all honors.

“At ease,” he yelled,

You all relaxed,

“Right— can we have section leaders talk to their group?” The drill maker yelled, the adult, you got to work, going to your section leader, practice was 7-9 pm, you just finished ups chill, it was Thursday, the night before the game, you all were sure it was going to be blast,

One of the section leaders yelled, “Woodwinds work on your pitch!”

Caleb then got back on the podium, “Set!” He yelled firmly, authoritative, you all ran to your spots. Practice started again, once practice was over. You all were the band room talking, when Caleb came to you

“I saw you during drill. You were a bit shaky. You okay?” He crossed his arms, he was in charge of the band, the senior. He worried for the other members,

The new rookies— 7nth graders were still trying to get used to everything.