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them a watery smile, “Thanks for understanding, girls.”
The trio got to the band room early that night. Bronwyn told Meredith and Megan she would see them at halftime and headed towards the percussion room, passing Drew on the way. He was talking to one of his senior friends, but stopped and said, “Hey, look for me after the game?”
Bronwyn nodded shyly, “Okay.”
In a bit of a daze, she collected Stewie and walked out to where the band gathered to march down to the field. Henry was waiting patiently outside. Strangely enough, Bronwyn had never really talked to him alone before. He was the definition of intimidating. His abilities were some Bronwyn could only dream of having. Taking a quick look around, the redhead decided this would be a good opportunity to strike up a conversation.
“Um, hey, Henry?”
“What’s up, Bronwyn?”
“Not much.”
They stood for a moment, watching the rest of the band file out to the parking lot. Henry smiled in her direction and said, “If J.D. doesn’t tell you enough, you’re doing an awesome job.”
“Really?” Bronwyn rarely heard this kind of compliment from her Instructor.
“Yup, you’re actually one of the strongest players in the section. So, don’t stress about those guys, they’ll come around eventually.”
Bronwyn looked at him skeptically and asked, “You think?”
“It’s going to take a little more maturity on their part, but just wait, I think by November you’ll be surprised.”
Henry peeled off a lick on Bronwyn’s snare, which she automatically repeated back to him. She scuffed her black Drillmaster on the ground and said, “Henry?”
“Yup?”
“Thanks for treating me like everyone else.”
“Anytime.”
Bronwyn marched down to the game feeling a lot better about her life. If Henry thought she was one of the strongest players in the section, well, nothing else really mattered. Her spirits were further lifted by the evening itself – the weather was quite warm, there was plenty of goofing around in the stands, and while the show still had a way to go, as a whole it was the best version marched yet. Bronwyn almost managed to forget that she was supposed to talk to Drew after the game.
Back in the percussion room, the redhead was busy peeling off her sweaty uniform when she felt a tap on her shoulder, “Bronwyn?”
She turned around to meet Drew’s sky blue eyes, and was completely embarrassed that he had caught her undressing. Bronwyn was glad she had decided to skip out on wearing the usual band t-shirt and khaki shorts this evening, optioning for her favorite black tank top and a comfy pair of grey terrycloth shorts instead.
“Yes?”
“Ready to go?”
The drummers in the room were only a little less shocked at having the drum major in their room this week. Bronwyn couldn’t keep quiet for very long as they walked out. She asked, “Where are we going?”
“Can’t tell you.”
“Can’t tell me, or won’t tell me?”
“Yes.”
Bronwyn giggled, “That’s not an answer.”
The sophomore used Drew’s cell phone on the way out to his car to call her parents and tell them she was “going out with friends and that she would be home before her curfew.” Bronwyn had done her best to whisper the conversation so that Drew wouldn’t overhear her, but obviously had not succeeded.
“Just friends, huh?”
Bronwyn was glad it was dark out because she turned as red as her hair, “Whatever. Am I dressed for wherever we’re going?”
Drew looked her over appreciatively, “You’ll do.”
Bronwyn flushed even more. Drew put his car in gear and pulled out of the Forrest Hills parking lot.
This is definitely starting to feel like a date.
Quit freaking out! You’re only going to get one shot with this guy anyway.
Please don’t remind me.
Bronwyn stared out the window and saw a number of familiar places rush by.
He’s probably going to take me somewhere where no one will recognize us. He’s probably
The trio got to the band room early that night. Bronwyn told Meredith and Megan she would see them at halftime and headed towards the percussion room, passing Drew on the way. He was talking to one of his senior friends, but stopped and said, “Hey, look for me after the game?”
Bronwyn nodded shyly, “Okay.”
In a bit of a daze, she collected Stewie and walked out to where the band gathered to march down to the field. Henry was waiting patiently outside. Strangely enough, Bronwyn had never really talked to him alone before. He was the definition of intimidating. His abilities were some Bronwyn could only dream of having. Taking a quick look around, the redhead decided this would be a good opportunity to strike up a conversation.
“Um, hey, Henry?”
“What’s up, Bronwyn?”
“Not much.”
They stood for a moment, watching the rest of the band file out to the parking lot. Henry smiled in her direction and said, “If J.D. doesn’t tell you enough, you’re doing an awesome job.”
“Really?” Bronwyn rarely heard this kind of compliment from her Instructor.
“Yup, you’re actually one of the strongest players in the section. So, don’t stress about those guys, they’ll come around eventually.”
Bronwyn looked at him skeptically and asked, “You think?”
“It’s going to take a little more maturity on their part, but just wait, I think by November you’ll be surprised.”
Henry peeled off a lick on Bronwyn’s snare, which she automatically repeated back to him. She scuffed her black Drillmaster on the ground and said, “Henry?”
“Yup?”
“Thanks for treating me like everyone else.”
“Anytime.”
Bronwyn marched down to the game feeling a lot better about her life. If Henry thought she was one of the strongest players in the section, well, nothing else really mattered. Her spirits were further lifted by the evening itself – the weather was quite warm, there was plenty of goofing around in the stands, and while the show still had a way to go, as a whole it was the best version marched yet. Bronwyn almost managed to forget that she was supposed to talk to Drew after the game.
Back in the percussion room, the redhead was busy peeling off her sweaty uniform when she felt a tap on her shoulder, “Bronwyn?”
She turned around to meet Drew’s sky blue eyes, and was completely embarrassed that he had caught her undressing. Bronwyn was glad she had decided to skip out on wearing the usual band t-shirt and khaki shorts this evening, optioning for her favorite black tank top and a comfy pair of grey terrycloth shorts instead.
“Yes?”
“Ready to go?”
The drummers in the room were only a little less shocked at having the drum major in their room this week. Bronwyn couldn’t keep quiet for very long as they walked out. She asked, “Where are we going?”
“Can’t tell you.”
“Can’t tell me, or won’t tell me?”
“Yes.”
Bronwyn giggled, “That’s not an answer.”
The sophomore used Drew’s cell phone on the way out to his car to call her parents and tell them she was “going out with friends and that she would be home before her curfew.” Bronwyn had done her best to whisper the conversation so that Drew wouldn’t overhear her, but obviously had not succeeded.
“Just friends, huh?”
Bronwyn was glad it was dark out because she turned as red as her hair, “Whatever. Am I dressed for wherever we’re going?”
Drew looked her over appreciatively, “You’ll do.”
Bronwyn flushed even more. Drew put his car in gear and pulled out of the Forrest Hills parking lot.
This is definitely starting to feel like a date.
Quit freaking out! You’re only going to get one shot with this guy anyway.
Please don’t remind me.
Bronwyn stared out the window and saw a number of familiar places rush by.
He’s probably going to take me somewhere where no one will recognize us. He’s probably
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