Vitez
밥이답이다
[This first post will not be from my character's point of view, but is just a narration.]
"Welcome to Marching Band!" The Bear practically shouts into the microphone, sending a scream of sound across the shoddy elementary school band field. One could barely see the lines and hashes, and the band aides forgot to set up the markers- again. So the area of grass The Bear was screaming over was just that, an area of grass.
The Bear is surrounded by his unruly, curly halo of hair. His face is round and reddens easily, like a young child's. And it is already beginning to blotch with the exertion of his yelling facial muscles. Miss B hustles around, her short, honey blonde hair in a medium ponytail. She is almost always chewing gum, but not obnoxiously, and her likeness to Adele is uncanny. She wears her sunglasses and sarcastic remarks at all times as she sprays the hashes with bright orange paint.
The marchers, young and old, are spread out across the entirety of the elementary school's backyard. Some are sitting in small section clumps on the field, watching others arrive. Yet others are making use of the elementary school's playground, the small rock wall, the rusty swing set, and the miniature playground equipment. The high schoolers dwarf it, but they still manage to make use of it. The entire drumline is risking their lives on the swings, swinging to frame-shaking heights and jumping. One already lost his footing and landed horribly, luckily it was into the bed of soft, rubbery, hand-blackening tire chunks. Others are talking and generally goofing around, some on the basketball court, standing amongst the faded remains of Safety Town. Band season is about to begin.
The upperclassmen are planning a surprise for The Bear and Miss B. Tonight they will ask the marchers, very stealthily, to come back and pitch tents on the band field. There's going to be a band campout. The Bear and Miss B won't know- but they've got it approved by staff. Now they are arranging for a small projector and chaperones.
One upperclassman, a junior, to be exact, has a surprise for the others. Unbeknownst to all, her boyfriend, a legendary trombone player, is driving down from college right now. He'll be here for all of band today and tonight's festivities.
The Bear's shouting reaches a new decibel, and Miss B blows her whistle. All of the marchers stumble towards the band field- the season is about to begin.
"Welcome to Marching Band!" The Bear practically shouts into the microphone, sending a scream of sound across the shoddy elementary school band field. One could barely see the lines and hashes, and the band aides forgot to set up the markers- again. So the area of grass The Bear was screaming over was just that, an area of grass.
The Bear is surrounded by his unruly, curly halo of hair. His face is round and reddens easily, like a young child's. And it is already beginning to blotch with the exertion of his yelling facial muscles. Miss B hustles around, her short, honey blonde hair in a medium ponytail. She is almost always chewing gum, but not obnoxiously, and her likeness to Adele is uncanny. She wears her sunglasses and sarcastic remarks at all times as she sprays the hashes with bright orange paint.
The marchers, young and old, are spread out across the entirety of the elementary school's backyard. Some are sitting in small section clumps on the field, watching others arrive. Yet others are making use of the elementary school's playground, the small rock wall, the rusty swing set, and the miniature playground equipment. The high schoolers dwarf it, but they still manage to make use of it. The entire drumline is risking their lives on the swings, swinging to frame-shaking heights and jumping. One already lost his footing and landed horribly, luckily it was into the bed of soft, rubbery, hand-blackening tire chunks. Others are talking and generally goofing around, some on the basketball court, standing amongst the faded remains of Safety Town. Band season is about to begin.
The upperclassmen are planning a surprise for The Bear and Miss B. Tonight they will ask the marchers, very stealthily, to come back and pitch tents on the band field. There's going to be a band campout. The Bear and Miss B won't know- but they've got it approved by staff. Now they are arranging for a small projector and chaperones.
One upperclassman, a junior, to be exact, has a surprise for the others. Unbeknownst to all, her boyfriend, a legendary trombone player, is driving down from college right now. He'll be here for all of band today and tonight's festivities.
The Bear's shouting reaches a new decibel, and Miss B blows her whistle. All of the marchers stumble towards the band field- the season is about to begin.
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