Thread: Opposite and Adjacent {SailingSam & AnnaBeth Belle}

Five six seven eight! She called out one last time as she blew her whistle and squinted her eyes in the blazing hot sun of the still warm yet approaching Nebraska fall. The wind section was still a bit off, and she could still hear the newest members of the band struggling to keep up with the pitch and sudden pace as they practiced the school's fight song in the now empty student parking lot after school. They couldn't have the field, that's where the football team practiced, and god forbid they stepped into the air conditioned gym and have the cheerleaders practice outside for once. At least they didn't have to wear their band uniforms when they practiced else they'd have to go home and wash them every night with how much some members of the band sweat. Reina Johnson watched them from the top of a ladder, putting her hands over her glasses so that she could see the movements of the band to make sure they were following the choreography of it all. She glanced quickly to either side of her at her two other majors to ensure that they were helping to keep the rhythm as the young and relatively small band moved about their motions. She would have to remember to wear her contacts the next day, she silently reminded herself. Reina didn't like them, they felt odd pressed up against her dark green eyes and she much preferred just a hat and her small rimmed glasses, but she could hardly see them now, wondering what it would be like under the bright lights of the football field on the upcoming Friday's first home game against a sure cupcake team that stood no chance against the Crusaders and the powerful accurate arm of Drew Williams. She jerked her head and mind back to reality just in time to see one of the tubas falter and step out of line. There was no way they were going to be ready for Friday's appearance, and she planned to discuss the hiccups they still had with their formations and movements with the band director when they went inside. Brushing her auburn colored hair out of her face, she watched and shook her head. She had to remind herself that they had a lot of younger unseasoned members who had just started learning the routine recently. It would take some time. She thought back to her own Freshman year when she had started as a flutist, quickly moving up to first chair. Her junior year she had been nominated a minor major, in command on the entire win instruments in the band, and to her surprise, she had been elevated to head major this year, in charge of the entire band. She crossed her arms, signaling the end of the song as she picked the megaphone up off the placeholder on the ladder. Reina wasn't tall, standing at 5'2, she was one of the shortest members of the band, and she caught a lotto jokes for it over time. She didn't mind though, and took them all in good humor. She was proud of her tiny and petite figure, and was glad she couldn't come close to having a body that would be comparable to some of the bimbo looking girls that were on the cheer team. She got sick nearly thinking about it. Waiting for them to get back into place, she signaled another start with a blow of her whistle as her eyes caught a football flying through the air over on the football field as she wondered if Drew had thrown it. She, likely just like any other girl in the large school, lusted after his tall, handsome athletic body. It was so cliche though... he was dating the cheerleading captain. She rolled her eyes a bit. The 'classic' high school romantic relationship. It was like out of a damn book. Reina wished she could break the stereotype. She had a cute figure... at least she thought she did. Though it would have been social suicide for Drew to even glance at her in the hallways. It was just the way the cliques worked at Rockford High, and she hated it. To say she worshiped Drew would be a bit of an overstatement, but Reina did collect all the news clippings about the Crusaders many wins, which all included Drew at the helm. She sighed softly, her eyes widening as she realized she had completely missed the final run through as she shrugged. She'd be informed by the junior majors if there were any major hiccups. Good job everyone! She forced herself to speak through the microphone as she climbed off the ladder and grabbed her bag and things and lead them back towards the band room, which had to be traveled to through the gym. What was about to happen next was unavoidable. As she opened the door, she was hit with the cool breeze as she heard the cheerleaders stop what they were doing as she glanced over to confirm that the high and mighty cheerleaders were practicing their daily routine of staring at the band and attempting to intimidate them. it had been going on since Reina was a freshman, and it used to bother her, but not anymore. She barely noticed it. She knew the freshman behind her would be bothered though it would soon pass. Reina's eyes found who they were looking for, Tori Thomas as she made eye contact with the head of the other clique in the gym. It was almost unfair how one of the prettiest girls got to date one of the most handsome boys in the entire school. It was liking weeding out genetics, and Reina guessed she knew that deep down as the band silently trudged through the other end of the gym into the band room as she gave one last look at Tori and the cheerleaders before walking through the double doors. She gave a quick update to the old band advisor, who didnt even bother to go out to the practices anymore before turning to the band members. The room reeked of BO. She'd have to have a discussion with some of the members of hygiene as she wrinkled her nose. Good practice today guys, but please... please go home and practice and memorize the formations. We can't afford to make any mistakes this Friday. We're the pride of Rockford High. She flashed a smile. I'll see you all tomorrow. For now, you're dismissed. She said as she clapped her hands together and watched them disperse. Reina stayed behind after they had all left, enjoying the solace and silence of the band room to work on some of her homework. She was hoping to go to Baylor next fall, and had sent in her application several weeks beforehand. Now she was waiting to hear back from them, but kept up avidly working on her school work. She was on track to be Valedictorian at the school, but she couldnt afford any slip ups at all. Glancing up at the clock, she sighed and realized the time, figuring she should head home as she gathered her things and turned off the lights, walking through the doors in a vain hope that the cheer team was done practicing for the day.