Roman/Remus hour 1
As soon a Roman woke up to his alarm for the first time all summer he knew it was going to be a bad day. The alarm was loud and annoying, but not more annoying than the fact that he was completely surrounded by a wall of all his athletic clothing, his favorite outfits taped to the ceiling with duct tape, and more outfit duck taped to one another to make curtain.
Roman let out a long, disjointed sigh. The first day of band camp was off with a bang.
Sooner than he would have liked it Roman was already at Sanders high. Remus had driven the pair of them there. A fact that should have been illegal all among its own, but as Remus put it, “If the cops aren’t awake, then the cops aren’t awake.” Roman had to agree, being as his parents wouldn’t let him do anything with their supervision after the incident.
The two of them stood in the bustling band room full of kids, the scared freshman lingered to a couple of places here and there about the room, sticking in tight knit packs, as to not end up with no friends, they had been told horror stories about how bad band camp is and didn’t seem that excited for it to start.
The rest of the band geeks had all group together, intermingling with those they hadn’t seen since the last car wash that Mr. Thomas set up so they could afford their show music.
Roman had found his color guard friends and were excitedly discussing about how the day would go. Roman was only half in the conversation, more interested in watching the percussionists slowly stack up what they called ‘stick jenga’ on top of a sleeping freshman.
On the other side of the band room was Remus, causing his own havoc with the other Trombones. No one was entirely sure what they were doing but it looked like some kind of game of chicken taco, but every time you failed Remus would bite you.
no one but Remus was very happy with this edition of the game.
About half an hour, too many bites to count, and mental break downs from just about everyone, and the time had arrived.
8:00 am.
As far as anyone could tell, other than a few stragglers (And Joan) everyone was here on time.
There was the regular, welcome to Marching band speech, as provided by Mr. Thomas, and wiht that they were out.
