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#except he doesn’t play tuba he plays trombone

sephal0pod · 1 month

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Instruments I think BSD characters would play !! (ft. the ADA and the PM!)

Atsushi - Flute. Guy flute energy radiates off of him at Chernobyl levels.

Dazai - Piano, but he could probably play any instrument if he tried hard enough.

Ranpo - Alto Sax, but only because he likes using flavoured reeds.

Kunikida - Basson. A percentage of his salary goes to buying reeds.

Yosano - Oboe. Tried repairing the chips in her reed with her ability (didn’t work).

Kyouka - Piccolo! Tiny instrument for the tiny detective :3

Tanizaki - Trumpet (offensively).

Kenji - Any percussion instrument, but specifically the cowbell.

Fukuzawa - Timpani. His patience is only challenged when tuning it.

Naomi - Cello. Does everything but practice in the practice rooms.

Chuuya - Electric guitar, acoustic guitar, all the guitars and any guitar.

Kouyou - Harp, but in a casual way.

Akutagawa - Violin. Only corrects his posture when performing at concerts.

Gin - Bass clarinet. She’s just so cool so obviously she has to play the raddest instrument.

Higuchi - Trombone. Wishes she could carry the PM as much as she carries the band.

Tachihara - Drumkit, and refuses to play anything else except for the snare drum.

Mori - Mainly conducts, but also knows how to play piano + other string instruments.

Hirotsu - Tuba, but had to switch to percussion because he doesn’t have enough lung capacity.

Kajii - Tenor Sax. Whenever he makes a mistake he says it’s just “jazz”.

Verlaine - French Horn.

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allhailthesanders · 3 years

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You know what headcannon that I just thought of that I’m in love with. The idea that everyone except Luke can play a variety of instruments.

Like Julie can play guitar, piano

Maybe fiddle just for Reggie.

Oh and for my self indulgence she plays the harp.

Alex because his parents learned how to play the piano, violin, and cello.

He‘s been playing piano since the age of 4 and violin and cello since the age of 6

So to say his hands are messed up is a understatement lol

He also played the flute in marching band and literally any type of percussion.

Triangle? Yes.

Timpani? Yea

Bongos? surprisingly yeah.

Glockenspiel? Of Course

Reggie is a jack of all trades when it comes to playing instruments.

My man can literally look at instruments and now how to play it lmao

Like we already know that he can play bass, piano, and banjo

But like he can play guitar, viola, trumpet, trombone, saxophone (soprano, alto, and BARITONE)

Like Reggie gives me both saxophone kid energy and clarinet kid energy

WAIT NO HE GIVES ME UKULELE KID ENERGY!!! (I can say that because I play)

I also feel like he was like 5’3 until the age of 15 when he had a massive growth spurt so like imagine this 5’3 kid carrying a tuba

LIKE HE ACTUALLY SOUNDS GOOD ON THE RECORDER

Carlos and Julie introduced him to the otamatone and he got it down almost perfectly in two days

But Luke however is just extremely talented on the guitar (acoustic and electric) but like his brain just doesn’t connect with any other instrument lol

He tried violin but he broke two separate bows on his first day

He is also both too soft and too hard on the drums and that freaks Alex out

He‘s mediocre at best with piano but on the upside he had more Julie-time because she very motivated to teach him

A/N:

Anyway here’s my pretty messy headcannon written in 5 minutes!!! Also I’m going to start my tag list for my writing so let me know if you want to be included. OH and let me know if you want to be taken off of it or if you have any suggestions. Tag list will be the reblog and I promise they’ll be more put together than this (I have some ones that are actual coherent stories lol) but I had a break at work and a dumb idea lol.

#julie and the phantoms #Jatp #luke patterson #charlie gillespie #julie molina #madison reyes #alex mercer #owen patrick joyner #reggie Peters #jeremy shada #there was a lot of projecting in this lol if you couldn’t tell #also I wanted to start my tag list on a real headcannon but I’m impatient #anyway I hope you enjoy!!!#my writing #gabby speaks to the dead

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miles-epic-spin-blog · 3 years

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im sure someone's done this already, but i havent seen it so: junoverse characters but make it concert band.

(im a percussionist, so if something doesn't make sense it's because i don't understand instruments that you don't hit with a stick)

Juno- percussionist. can barely read sheet music, plays by ear. never ever ever ever practices. falls asleep during long rests and sectionals. despite all this hes not terrible.

Benzaiten- Flute. practices pretty regularly but like, has other shit to do. "my tuner is on my phone!!" and only fell asleep one time god damn it and it was during finals week!!! assholes!!!

Sasha- Saxophone. Practices more than she should reasonably have time to. owns one of those little analog tuner. plays megolavania and blames the other saxes cus she knows no one would suspect her. juno and ben know this and laugh their asses off.

Mick- Trumbone. can read sheet music, and its the only reason they let him play. practices?? probably. surprisingly responsible with his spit valve. tunes with a pitch pipe??? how??? talks during sectionals

Rita- Clarinet. will lend you reeds or whatever; never appears to run out. doesnt practice because she doesnt need to. returns her rental with the full understanding she is never getting her deposit back. talks during sectionals

Vespa- Percussion. could tune the timpani by ear if everyone would just shut the fuck up for one second. is the Well Behaved Percussionist, except for when she uses the crash to wake up juno when he falls asleep in class. leads perc sectionals

Buddy- Euphonium but can also play trumpet, trombone, french horn, and tuba, so sometimes she is asked to play one of those. pretends she never practices but actually practices a lot. distracts the percussionists and gets them in trouble for talking.

these two im not sure about, input is appreciated! alll i got is:

Jet- ??? probably something crazy contrabass clarinet or whatever no one is allowed to touch the thing but him. yes its named ruby shut the fuck up.

Nureyev- ??? bass i guess??? practices way more than is recommended. like way too much. like plays-till-his-fingers-bleed level. spends sectionals showing off. one time he accidentally played during a rest and he didnt come to school for the rest of the week.

#tpp #the penumbra #the penumbra podcast #juno steel #benzaiten steel #sasha wire #mick mercury #vespa ilkay #buddy aurinko #jet siquliak #peter nureyev #peter ransom

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rayofsun936 · 3 years

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Haikyuu Band AU: Inarizaki

AU where all the Haikyuu dorks go to the same high school and are in the Concert + Marching Band Together

Kita – Percussion, Pit/Drum Major (Marching)

Started in elementary school when he stayed behind in the music room to help clean up because it’s the right thing to do, so the music teacher was like ‘How about you play percussion at the youth community band I instruct at part time?’

Mainly tympani and bass drum, sometimes chimes/bells, and he can rock the marimba/xylophone when needed

What is stage fright?

The coordinator on moving on and off the field for set up during games and performances

Never had much of an overbearing presence, but was always noted to be constantly in the band room before and after school, between classes and during lunch

Daichi is the one to encourage him to try out for drum major and Iwazumi helped him practice

Is an exceptional drum major and ensures water brakes are given every 15mins during outdoor practice

Is a main reason why Yachi is so confident on the podium, she learned from the best, and they slay together

Omimi – Clarinet

Has one of the largest lung capacities in the band, and it was discovered when Keishin had the whole band play a single note as long as they could and he was one of the last three to finish

Hosts mini soccer games before practice for those interested

People are surprised he plays the clarinet, ‘Why don’t you play an instrument your size?’

Points to Hoshiumi who is aggressively running around with his tuba and Nishinoya who has almost clocked Tanaka in the head multiple times with his trombone while telling a very animated story

Feels bad when Takeda has to special order a uniform for him and Takeda brushes it off (‘It’s cheaper when you order in bulk’) so Omimi fund-raises extra to make up for it with Gao and Hyakuzawa

Aran – Euphonium, Baritone (Marching)

Started in elementary school because his parents wanted him to get involved in music early cause it helps academically so why not start now

Chose the Euphonium because he likes how you can hug the instrument while playing it

Doesn’t fully understand most band jokes, but he tries

The band likes to put him in the ‘band dad’ group and he’s not sure how he feels about it and walks over to join the ‘band uncles’ with Asahi, Matsukawa and Sasaya

Has worn the same pair of sneakers for marching band practice because he can’t stand to throw them away (they hold a lot of good memories, okay) and are being held together with duct-tape

Ginjima – Alto Sax

Learned how to play in middle school, chose sax because he likes how they can improv/go off script during jazz solos

Has no trouble reading cut time or 6/8 or any other odd time signatures

He does have the habit of rushing, like he will always start on tempo and then gradually get faster and faster (metronomes are his best friend and worst enemy)

The reason why he rushes so badly is because that’s how his enthusiasm for band shows, he gets so excited and into every piece he plays it just happens

Is a calm and stable person most of the time, but is easily gets swept up in the heat of the moment and before he knows it, he’s participating in the pool noodle jousting tournament against the other performing arts kids (Suga refereed, Tendou brought the costumes and Tanaka the pool noodles)

Atsumu – Trumpet

Joined an elementary symphony orchestra because he wanted to play the Star Wars theme (you know, 1-5-4328-5,4328-5,4342 or doo..doo..dodododoo..do,dodododoo..do,dodododoo, which ever you prefer)

Trumpet also gets all the main parts, and solos, and melodies, and is super cool so it was a no brainer to choose it

Really wanted Osamu to pick a woodwind instrument so they could have their woodwind/brass rivalry

Enjoys a good improved jam out session and is Jazz trumpet King along with Oikawa

Speaking of Oikawa, he also geeks out with him about space, sci-fi, Star Wars and astrology

Is very particular about his practice environment, everything has to be perfect (has turned off the AC/fan in a practice room because it was disturbing the air too much)

Is jealous Kageyama gets to spend concert season with his brother instead of him

Rintarou – Flute

Flute cause it is one of the most convenient instruments to carry around

Can play scales and chromatic runs flawlessly, and has the best vibrato in the band and 32nd notes are no problem

One of the smoothest marchers, you can balance a fishbowl on top of him (Bokuto and Kuroo have tried, they owe Terushima replacement goldfish at the next state fair)

His slides compete with Kiyoko’s for best in band (his core strength is unparalleled)

Has multiple, very popular, social media accounts dedicated to expose the band’s shenanigans to the world (and their amazing performances of course)

Osamu – Euphonium, Baritone (Marching)

Joined at the same time as Atsumu because everything Atsumu does he always ends up doing as well

We totally could have had a woodwind brass rivalry (Atsumu) Now why would I subject myself to unnecessary torture like that on purpose? (Osamu) Because it’s our thing! (Atsumu) Shut up and let me play my instrument! (Osamu)

Apologizes to Kageyama multiple times for his brother’s behavior during marching band season (Kageyama doesn’t always know what Osamu’s apologizing for)

Took over pre-game dinners, for they are not eating pizza every week

Always has a granola bar in his pockets, even during games, he’ll pull it out of his bibber in the stands and start munching on it

Riseki – Clarinet

Came from a school that didn’t overtly hate band, but didn’t not like it either (it was just a club to spend time in)

Got to high school and still doesn’t fully understand everyone’s enthusiasm for band, nor the closeness (again, it’s just a club to spend time in after school)

Listens to all the leadership speeches on the first day of band camp about how band is a family, and these memories will be cherished forever (blah, blah, blah)

He finally understands the passion and enthusiasm after his first full run through of the first movement of the show

Gets the camaraderie and closeness on the bus ride home from their first away game

One of his favorite memories is watching most of the Jazz band snort cotton candy at the state fair (Bokuto swore he could taste colors afterwards for days)

Akagi – Flute

Started in middle school and chose flute because the flute isn’t a manly or feminine so what is stopping him from playing it if he wants to?

Super helpful in organizing and promoting fundraisers, half the time tying in first place with Shibayama or Watari

Has one of the most positive attitudes in the band, just goes about his business enjoying life and what it has to offer

Is not part of the ‘Keep Keishin Sane’ group :O, why? Because he doesn’t meet the one qualifying criteria of: actively try to make Keishin’s life easier (Daichi, Iwazumi, Akashi for example)

As mentioned above he just enjoys band for the ride that it is, not causing extra trouble or negating it

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu AU #Band AU #haikyuu band au #marching band au #inarizaki #kita shinsuke #omimi ren #ojiro aran #ginjima hitoshi #miya atsumu #suna rintarou #miya osamu #riseki heisuke #akagi michinari #marching band

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edengarden · 3 years

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BNHA CONCERT BAND AU BC IM A NERD

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR REQUESTS OR HEADCANONS AKSJHD PLS ASK ME I LOVE BAND I LOVE MUSIC AND I LOVE THIS-

Izuku Midoriya:

Boy definitely plays a wind instrument. I’m assigning him clarinet

Wants to be first chair so bad, he practices so freaking much I swear

ALWAYS. IN. A. BAND. ROOM. with Iida and Uraraka. They’re always practicing

He’s so confused with music theory, please help him. He just,, WHY is it minor?? WHY IS THERE A SOLO WITH NOTHING WRITTEN?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS TO IMPROVISE WITH THE CHORDS WRITTEN OVER THE BARS-

Ochako Uraraka:

ALTO SAXOPHONE-

She’s also comfortable enough to play 2nd or 3rd clarinet if needed, or even soprano saxophone

Doesn’t have her own instrument, she borrows from the school and she HATES the reeds, they’re crap. When someone gives her a good reed, she CHERISHES it.

In jazz band also! With the same instrument, but she doesn’t feel ready for solos so she’s usually 2nd or 3rd. Bro when she has to switch from swing to straight she ALWAYS forgets and it’s the band’s downfall.

Tenya Iida:

TRUMPET TRUMPET TRUMPET TRU-

And he’s one of THOSE trumpet players, by the way.

“Sir the French horns aren’t tuned” yeah, he has perfect pitch

Literally plays flight of the bumblebee as warm up. Or has his own warm up scales. Never practices right before practice though, he thinks it’s “too late” for that

Has his own trumpet, it’s silver with hints of gold/brass. Takes care of it RELIGIOUSLY.

He HATES having to blow out spit onto the floor, but dude what other choice do you have??

Momo Yaoyorozu:

Sweet angel 🥺🥺 she’s an oboe player

Definitely bought her own instrument

Sight reading MASTER. she instantly gets the key bro, it’s so rare that she forgets an incidental

Definitely leads sectionals all the time. And she does it WELL.

When people (*COUGH* BASSES*cough*) slowdown, she’ll sway to the beat in hopes that they’ll follow her

Kyoka Jirou:

Electric bass or contrabass, give her either and she’s good to go dude.

Also has perfect pitch and knows her music theory WAY more than a high school student should know. She’s a genius.

Her warm ups? Jam sessions with Hanta and Todoroki. She just shouts a key and they go. It’s usually jazz, she plays a pretty constant pattern, Todoroki tries to improvise but hanta takes over pretty quick-

Definitely in jazz band as well. Also in a school competition band (like singer and stuff), also a one-woman-band. She’s in so many bands dude.

Shouto Todoroki:

TENOR SAXOPHONE

Also has a background in flute bc his parents wanted him to have ~versatility~

Knows all the theory in his head, like he knows what’s going on, he just doesn’t know how to explain it

*false note* “sorry my instrument isn’t warmed up, it’s probably my reed”

Has plastic reeds. And reeds ESPECIALLY for jazz.

Oh yeah he’s in jazz band! Loves that he’s like, the only tenor saxophone so he gets all the solos

Rikidou Satou:

TUBA PLAYER IN DA HOUUUSSEEE

Buddy actually brings the tuba home to practice, he drags that thing AROUND.

Always. Slows. Down. But no one knows it’s his fault most of the time, they blame Sero-

Firmly believes in the “basses are the foundation of the orchestra” mindset, he’s so proud to be a bass

Kouji Kouda:

Soprano Saxophone, but can also handle clarinet if the need comes (he just loves the sound of soprano sax you guys)

DEFINITELY in jazz band, but as a Tenor Sax 2 bc he knows if he went as a soprano sax he probably would’ve gotten solos

Is it Momo’s oboe?? Is it Kouda’s soprano sax?? No one knows the different except those two and Jirou

Plays Shostakovich’s jazz suite no. 2 as a warm up

DEFINITELY A SWAYER. He just gets into the mood of the music and SWAYS.

Tooru Hagakure:

Flautist!! She chose it as an 11 y/o bc it was a girly instrument but she really likes it lol

A mediocre player, she spends most of warm up with Mina tho, she thinks that she’ll get to warm up when she’s playing bc I mean— no one hears the flutes

Wanted to main the picolo for the sole purpose that it’s an Ear Destroyer. Aizawa heard the mischief in her voice and said no.

Sight reading?? What’s that?? She has no idea what’s going on, she just pretends to play and when she’s comfortable with the melody, she’ll just step in. NEVER notices key changes and signatures.

Yuuga Aoyama:

LASKHDSJ FLAUTIST!! Also clarinetist. He loves being able to stay where he is during practice even though he changes instruments it’s sort of funny

His cheeks get SO SORE when he plays clarinet though and he WILL complain.

“My flute is so heavy!” Kind of guy.

Definitely has his own instruments and takes GREAT care of them.

Wetting his reed with his saliva?? No, he plops it in a glass of water instead (the reeds are definitely his own, and expensive)

Tsuyu Asui:

Trombone gang bro.

Positions are burnt into her brain dude she’ll never go out of tune.

SO SMOOTH. SOOOO SMOOO- dude she plays so well?? It’s never spitty, but during jazz (yes she’s in jazz), if it’s a moody piece she KNOWS how to make it juuussssttt airy enough to be beautiful

Not that good with fast songs, but she makes up for her amazing ass vibrato and her range. GOD-LIKE RANGE.

Mashirao Ojirou:

FRENCH HORN!!!

Omg he plays like a king. And he’s so proud of being the ONLY one playing French horn, but there is PRESSURE, because a French horn is rlly tricky to tune dude. Have you SEEN it??

Always keeps his mouthpiece with him, as if he’s afraid someone will play his instrument?? Like no dude it’s good in it’s case but you do you I guess

He doesn’t stand out that much, but in the majestic pieces where he has a 5 measure solo?? He gives it his all and he pulls it OFF. Those moments are always the highlight of the piece

Mezou Shouji:

Bass clarinet!!

Once he managed to growl through bass clarinet and literally ALL the saxophone players were jealous AS FUCK

Buddy goes to a low E♭ like it’s nothing?? And then he goes up to like a high high C and you’re sitting there like THE FUCKING RANGE-

His warmups are like, quick scales and arpeggios. Bro he’s so steady when he plays and he could play for HOURS. Sore cheeks?? Don’t know her.

He so proud of being a bass clarinetist, but when he saw an octobass clarinet?? Aizawa better order one of those for him RIGHT. NOW.

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Baritone saxophone. Also lowkey really wants to learn bassoon because it’s such an old instrument

SKSKS he and Shouji sit next to each other, Tokoyami loves to read off of Shouji’s partition and create the WORST fourths you’ll ever hear. Even Midoriya told them to shut the fuck up once

In jazz band too!! Still plays bari sax

Such,, a good,, sound. So,, meaty,, and full,, and HOT. Bari sax is HOT!!

Plays moanin’s intro as a warm up. Search up the song. It’s bomb.

He loves to figure out new sounds with his bari sax. The Too Many Zooz type of sounds

Hitoshi Shinsou:

PERCUSSIONIST. Especially loves the bells, timpani, vibraphone and marimba.

He’s in the back judging EVERYONE. It’s so great for him, he gets to stand there and cringe and no one will know

Totally able to play 4 mallets like the king he is

Surprisingly enough, he’s rlly good in music theory. Like he could probably compose or transpose something no problem

Aizawa’s favourite, of course. Will ask him to sit in front while they play and circle the parts where he thinks something sounds off

Now that we’ve talked about the NORMAL band kids, I present to you,,, the gremlin band kids

Mina Ashido:

Percussionist as well!! She loves snares but you’ll see her pick up castagnettes even if y’all are playing something like Gymnopédie no. 3 she’s a bit confused but she got the spirit.

CANNOT READ SHEET MUSIC. Like notes?? No. She can do beats, just not notes. Let Shinsou figure out the ancient languages dude

Her and Hagakure don’t warm up, they just gossip together.

Did this to Bakugou more than once

SHE DROPPED SO MUCH EQUIPMENT LIKE HOW DID SHE NOT BREAK ANYTHING YET??

Denki Kaminari:

TRUMPET.

Buddy AIMS to have his spit land on someone sitting in front of him (rip Todoroki and Uraraka)

Thinks he’s cool because he plays trumpet, but he always loses count. God forbid Iida cant show up to practice because Kaminari will die

“Where are we? What are we doing? Which piece are we doing? Where are we starting?” Oh my god he’s so lost can SOMEONE please help him

Always gets in trouble during band camps dude. He and Sero are the Bad Brass duo

Eijirou Kirishima:

EUPHONIUM BABEY!! He thinks it’s so cool and he’ll get so insulted if someone calls it a “mini tuba”

DONT GIVE HIM SHEET MUSIC IN BASS CLEF HE HATES IT PLS JUST TREBLE CLEF

So!! Protective of his euphonium. His name is Johnny, by the way. He named his instrument.

When they finish practicing a piece, he’s the first to give feedback. Usually it’s good, like praises for classmates he heard and thought were really good!!

He’s so sweet. Willing to help others during practice and sectionals too!! It’s so sad that he’s literally on the other side of the room bc KAMINARI NEEDS HIS HELP-

Katsuki Bakugou:

Hehehe he’s a flautist. I’ve stood by this headcanon for like two years.

And he wants to be THE BEST. You never knew growling could be done through a flute until you met Bakugou.

CANNOT STAND slow pieces. He wants to go all out all the time, he always speeds up when the tempo’s slow.

Also in jazz band with what? Flute. Yeah, this is George Benson Time.

Will hit you with his flute if you ever think badly of him for playing flute. He’ll defend flute ‘till he dies.

Hanta Sero:

TROMBONIST!!! TROMBONE BABEY.

Will be so happy if he’s in charge of bass trombone?? Like yay??

Always wants to hit Bakugou’s head while playing.

Bro his playing style?? You know the like, lazy-ish trombone playing? But it’s just so full and smooth and heavy anyways? That type of shit.

In jazz band, he’s actually a natural at jazz, doesn’t practice that much so he’s like not even in a good position, buddy just slouches and sight reads.

I love Hanta sm guys I could talk abt trombonist!Hanta forever

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joseeapologist · 3 years

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Here’s some more content from the Total Drama High School Orchestra AU tier I made the other day. I might do more for each section if you send me an ask :)

[THIS IS A VERY LONG POST]

They have rehearsals every Wednesday evening after school. It starts at 3:30 on the dot. What time it ends usually depends on who decides to show up and conduct that day (usually is Chris, Chef Hatchet, or Don)

Courtney can detect immediately when a violin is out of tune, and whoever it is, she takes the violin and tunes it herself (”It’s always the second violins...” she’d mutter)

Courtney’s a monster violinist, and while she could be a little demanding, they respect her because she’s so good.

...That doesn’t mean she’s exempt from the violinists whispering angrily that “she’s hosting another sectional this week!” (cough, Amy!)

Speaking of Amy she is after Courtney’s seat, but she ain’t getting it.

Tom and Jen are the nicest section leaders, despite dealing with one of the most chaotic sections.

They constantly have to tell Sadie and Katie to stop talking in-between pieces (though they’re hypocritical because Tom and Jen also do that)

Also they’ve adopted all of them in their section. They are mom friends.

Laurie rarely hosts sectionals, but when she does, she always brings vegan snacks. She also makes them do meditation before playing.

Sierra gossips in the back during orchestra class about Cody... who is really close by since he plays percussion (or piano, if needed)

...No one trusts Alejandro. Literally no one. They do what he says, but begrudgingly because he is a very skilled cellist.

Also Eva screams at Dave a lot for fucking up the bowings.

B is section leader as a sophomore, who’s good without even trying.

And he never hosts sectionals... they haven’t since Owen stunk up one of the practice rooms for a week when they did try to have a sectional.

Holy fuck Josee and Jacques are brutal flute section leaders.

They have been section leaders since they were freshmen because they’re just that good. They’re probably the most talented ones there.

Their hobbies are playing flute, ice dancing, and making freshmen cry.

They have beef with the ENTIRE orchestra. MacArthur once emptied her spit valve on them.

Usually the oboe section is never competitive - except between Scarlett and Emma when they race to see who gets to give the tuning note first.

Noah makes sure to set up as slow as possible because he hates playing the tuning note.

“OBOES!? TUNING NOTE!?” Noah reluctantly plays the tuning note.

The clarinets are chill as hell. They’re all good friends, talk about guys, and encourage Carrie to go ask Devin out already!

Emma giving Bridgette and Gwen a stern talking to at the beginning of the year that they better take care of Kitty, but she knows they’re chill.

Ellody and Mary usually keep to themselves. Occasionally talks to the oboes about making double-reeds because they’re all nerds.

Sometimes all the reed woodwinds will get together to talk about reeds.

In such cases, they are all so thankful that flutes don’t have reeds.

Brick starts every single sectional with a motivational speech. Which is why the trumpet section is very egotistical.

Before orchestra starts, the trumpets play a game called “How high can you play?”

Sanders and the rest of the orchestra hate this game.

When Jacques and Josee bring up the piccolo, they immediately stop playing the game.

Max annoying the conductor and pestering them to play “Peter and The Wolf” because the French horn part is the Wolf.

Jasmine constantly has to tell Max to stop interrupting her sectionals.

In orchestra, Devin tries to get Carrie’s attention to make her laugh.

Jay and Mickey are just trying to avoid the wrath of their section leaders.

MacArthur’s idea of a contest in the trombone section is “How many innuendos can you make during class and get away with it?”

cue the “lol penis” and fart jokes from the brass section.

Whenever the brass section is resting, they play telephone. Izzy and Duncan almost always change it. The woodwinds are rolling their eyes.

Harold can actually play a little of every instrument, but he’s best at tuba.

He bombards everyone with facts about the tuba. “Shut up Harold!”

Percussionists are often sent for coffee duty for the conductor.

They somehow mess up the order every time each in a unique fashion.

“Guys, please stop smoking weed in the percussion room...”

Cody is desperately trying to pretend he doesn’t hear Sierra.

Also a good half of the percussionists are weed dealers.

Half the orchestra buys from them, but it’s mostly the brass section.

The woodwind players buy on the downlow though.

#total drama #total drama orchestra #total drama island #total drama action #total drama world tour #total drama revenge of the island #total drama presents: the ridonculous race #tdi #tdwt #tda #tdroti #tdpi #total drama pahkitew island #tdrr #music nerd #orchestra #tier list

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simpsocial · 3 years

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Okay so hear me out: Haikyuu marching band head cannons!

Here’s some of mine that just came from literally no where but if they aren’t accurate I’ll be damned:

First off goin through Karasuno players

Kageyama - this boy is 100% that power-hungry one that got picked as drum major just because they needed someone to conduct halftime since the other one was part of the show and you can’t convince me otherwise!

Hinata - I feel like because of his whole ‘my size won’t stop me’ attitude he’d pic tuba/sousaphone just because it’s the biggest instrument and the bells are really shiny, just sayin

Suga - okay he’s the drum major that worked sooo hard in high school to earn his spot but can’t conduct halftime performances because he’s a like the only flute player so he’s needed in the show but he conducts in the stands most of the time

Daichi - band captain, probably a tenor or baritone saxophonist (idk he gives me low reed vibes), absolutely brutal punishments if you break an instrument or lose your music/dot sheet

Asahi - clarinet, he’s the flute/clarinet section leader since drum majors often run in between sections during things, he’s cried in the stands at a game multiple times and ngl probably tripped while marching a show

Tsukishima - okay hear me out, he’s that snare drummer that thinks he’s soooo talented and that the rest of percussion is sh*t, the kid everyone’s like ashamed to have in band just because of his salty attitude, the band director has totally had to chew him out because of how he’s reflecting poorly on the program

Yamaguchi - let’s see he’d definitely be a flute, the soft shy flute that is the embodiment of his instruments stereotypes, he’s fairly new and still needs to work on his tone quality a bit but is good other than that, is def told to play louder everyday

Tanaka - just gonna say it he’s a percussionist, I feel he’d be on tenors just because he’s the only one good enough to actually do it, he goes ham every time he plays anything, dynamics? never heard à those lol

Nishinoya - as a low brass member I would’ve doing my section dirty if I didn’t say this chaotic gremlin was a trombone, like he’s the trombone, best player in the section, if he’s there none of the other trombones are worried about messing up because he’s got them covered!

Yachi - she may look all fragile n stuff but trust me this girl is a baritone, she is the one and only baritone in this band and is shy as hell about it, she is very scared of the other bands out there but always longs for more baritone buddies silently, she’s definitely got overwhelmed during a halftime show and passed out on the field after throwing up

Kiyoko - okay I’d like to say she’d be a flute but honestly she’s more like a mellophone to me, like if you’ve even heard a mellophone with good tone quality it’s angelic man, she has the tone quality better than some professional players out there man, she helps leadership in spreading info about events and stuff throughout the band and sometimes further out to the common population

Now time for Nekoma because why not

Kenma - every single band has one (or more) of these guys tbh, I see him as an alto saxophone player that is really good but doesn’t really try, though he’s drum major so that doesn’t really get shown often, he is a conductor that gives an insane amount of cues because he knows the band isn’t counting lmao

Kuroo - band captain that people often forget is in charge, like hes the band captain that will literally break the rules WITH YOU and then punish you alone for it, I just get baritone vibes from him idk why, definitely the type to just start a list of sh*t said/done in the band room and during practices/games on his phone, is the band directors favorite and can get away with almost anything

Lev - okay okay okay sooo it’s about time I put someone on this instrument, he’s a trumpet, it’s the ego oKaY???, you cannot tell me he doesn’t have trumpet ego, he thinks he’s the best trumpet but really he’s only on first part because the band director wanted to spread the sound between the different parts, he’d probably try to be a section leader as a joke and end up actually getting it and panicking

Moving on because I’m not familiar with the rest of that team hahaha, let’s hiiiit Fukurōdani

Bokuto - okay he’s a band captain that no one knows how the hell he got the position, he’s lively energetic and lowkey got a big ass ego so he is by default a trumpet, first chair ofc and louuud af, you can tell when he isn’t playing because suddenly there’s no more trumpets and the band director is mad lmao, he doesn’t know how to punish ANYONE he leaves that sh*t up to the drum major

Akaashi - as the drum major HES the one that has to deal with alll the bs bokuto doesn’t, when he’s conducting you know that almost all his ques are for the trumpet section because if bo doesn’t get his ques he gets all emo, he strikes me as a clarinet (idk it’s his face)

Okay well time for Shiratorizawa (my personal fav)

Ushijima - tuba, he IS the baseline, band captain that no one’s really close to but they know not to goof off, when he’s playing he gets all focused and his face looks like he’s constipated, scares all the younger members into staying for practice after school

Tendō - okay don’t be mad but he’s a bass drum that doesn’t know half his part but guesses anyway, you either know he’s extremely wrong or can’t tell that he’s guessing at all, has definitely had the band director tell him to go home and practice his f*cking part

Goshiki - he’s an aspiring bass trombone, he dreams of being able to carry the baseline like Ushijima does except he’s not exactly equipped for it, definitely wants to be the captain someday just because he wants to be like Ushijima

Reon - okay so Reon is definitely a reed player, I think maybe bassoon would fit (though personally never met a bassoonist), he’s the one that’s with Ushijima and swearing to the underclass men that he’s not that scary or mean, does more to help with recruiting and peace keeping than Ushijima just because he has more charisma than him, probably the woodwind leader if I’m being honest

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blackswaneuroparedux · 4 years

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Anonymous asked: As a cultured music aficionado do you like heavy metal music?

Of course I do. Doesn’t everyone?

After all Wagner's orchestra has... 8 french horns 3 trumpets 1 bass trumpet 3 trombones 1 bass trombone 1 contrabass trombone 4 Wagner tubas 1 contrabass tuba cymbals gong triangle glockenspiel 18 anvils

Now that’s what I call heavy metal.

As great as the entire discography catalogue of Iron Maiden is they can't remotely come close to the Georg Solti’s Ring or the Herbert von Karajan choral sections of Wagner’s Lohengrin.... just an inalterable metaphysical fact, my friend.

Joking aside, like any teen girl at boarding school I ‘listened’ to heavy metal music more by osmosis than by choice. I admit for me it was hard to tell the difference between rock n’ roll and heavy metal because the lines were blurred. For instance Motörhead were often seen as a heavy rock n’ roll band before they were lumped into heavy metal category.

So sure, I listened to it and even banged my long hair to it at parties but I confess grievous ignorance to all the bands out there. Rather than follow a band I took a liking to a track here and there that was memorable. The only exception would be Led Zeppelin whom I love but again they would be more proto-metal at best and so I would hesitate to put them in the heavy metal column.

So heavy metal as a music genre has never really been to my taste.

Speaking of taste, I do remember being listening to (i.e. tolerating) heavy metal music during my time out in Afghanistan. One of my ground crew was into it and played it loud (naturally) whenever he was tinkering with my helicopter. Even my co-pilot liked playing it. Songs like Motörhead’s ‘Ace of Spades’, ‘Overkill’, and ‘Bomber’ as well as Iron Maiden’s ‘Trooper’ were on constant shuffle and it all just pumped him up. Not in good taste I admit when one is looking back at it in the cold light of day but given we were in a war zone one has to make allowances for soldiers to blow off steam.

One can’t fault people who have to get a grip on high level stress on the battlefield. We each find our own coping mechanisms.

For me I am cold blooded and frigidly reserved. I crave stoic calmness to manage stress and fear before going out on a mission. Oddly enough I couldn’t listen to soothing classical music because it’s too emotional for me - I only ever listened to it when I got back from a mission but never before. Classical music has this effect on your soul and before you know it a renegade tear is running down your cheek. One simply couldn’t allow oneself to be overly emotional before a mission.

Instead I tried to sleep - the most precious thing a soldier can crave - or I kept myself busy with necessary but mind numbing admin tasks right up to the last minute or I knitted - I find knitting very boring but it empties your mind quickly - or I meditated with breathing exercises. I always said a silent prayer before and after a mission because ultimately being a person of faith one has to lean in on God’s grace and mercy. And that was music to soothe my soul.

Thanks for your question.

#question #ask #music #heavy metal #personal #afghanistan #culture #iron maiden #motorhead #led zeppelin #classical music #army #that's soldiering

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acefrogmonarch · 4 years

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Headcanons pt.4

Middle school and early high school

I know American class but also Japanese class schedules. I don’t know if I want either or a hybrid.

Based off this post (If i can find it)

Naruto-band

Shikamaru has a knack for playing the drums, but he's never serious about it. He plays the drums because the systematic rhythm helps him think of strategies for shoji.

Has been asked multiple times to join the jazz band in Spring. He refuses everytime because it cuts his time in shoji, but once he gets his own cubie in the band hall he sets up his shoji board and plays it when he has free time.

Hinata has played the violin but hates the way her fingers hurt after being forced to play for long hours.

So she seeks asylum in the band hall, and has secretly taken lessons how to play the saxophone. It's her favorite of all the wind instruments.

She has been asked to join the spring jazz band, despite not being an actual member. She easily took the first chair when they were evaluating their skills.

Choji has been following a senior that's been teaching him the guitar, he's in the brass section playing the tuba. Has been asked to replace the senior when he gets older and wants to.

Naruto is in the brass section with Kiba but only Kiba is the trumpet player. Naruto is a trombone player and tells dad jokes. He didn’t fit the mold of a trumpet player but he still loves it regardless.

But his energy is definitely on par, if not greater than the rest. He will always cheer up everyone around him and is a part of the cheerleading squad.

Hates that there aren't anyone other guys. He just wants to flip off someone's shoulders. Damnit!

He's flipped off Sasuke's and Shikamaru's shoulders before. In Sasuke's case, it was during elementary/primary. They were on the playground and this was Naruto’s second ever attempt to land a backflip. They couldn’t do it because the teacher caught them when a group started forming and they started betting their snacks from lunch to see if Naruto failed or not.

They continued their promise after school and Naruto broke his arm, but he did do it right after. He ate like a King the next day. It was great for him.

The first time Naruto did it was completely by accident and because he was so excited that he got a trampoline.

He’s never taken gymnasium classes before and has not seen a backflip before. But he somehow did it. It still shocks his parent’s to this day. Sasuke and him are neighbors and he came over to see what Naruto was so happy about.

Sasuke came just in time to see him do it. It was the greatest moment of his life because then Naruto tried to do it again and fell flat on his face.

In shikamaru’s case it was during middle school and they were next to the pool. They were at Sasuke’s house for the day because he had a cool deck and pool.

Naruto wanted to jump off his shoulders into the pool. Shikamaru agreed because he didn’t think Naruto could actually do it. He realized his mistake when Naruto beamed in total confidence and Sasuke moved away from the pair.

Naruto didn’t do his back flip because Shikamaru moved the second Naruto decided to jump, without warning.

Needless to say, Shikamaru didn’t support his legs enough and Naruto accidently kicked him in the chin. Naruto ended up on the pool, back first, and Shikamaru fell on his ass.

Naruto swims up to the edge of the pool and looks at Sasuke, trying so hard not to laugh.

Naruto: Did I do it?!

Sasuke, trying to reclaim his composer: No, not at all.

Shikamaru, on the ground rubbing his chin: How did you even hit me!?

Naruto: Again!

Shikamaru: No!

Sasuke, running inside to get a camera or phone to record it: Yes!

Naruto is sometimes very confused as to why he is going to a house, when he has an apartment and his milk is about to expire! Also, his stash of untouched ramen!

Kushina: Naruto, sweetie. Where are you going?

Naruto: My apartment!

Minato: Naruto, we have a house.

Naruto: What’s that? Is it edible?

Kushina: Sometimes. During winter.

Naruto: Why winter?

Kushina: There are houses made of cookies.

Naruto: Really?!

Kushina, nodding along: Yup!

Anyway after High school they sometimes played together. Naruto had to buy a new entire trumpet because he rented from the school. Hinata bought her saxophone and has kept it under maintenance.

Shikamaru’s parents bought him his drum set and he learned how to play on his own. Choji does keep up with his guitar lessons but he did save up alot to get his electric guitar and a bass.

Card games

Hinata, Sasuke, and Shikamaru cannot play competitive and strategic card/board games. Scrabble, poker, 21, War, Bullshit is off the list. A Lot of decks, mostly up to 3 at a time and they are very distinguished between all of them.

Sakura refuses to play but does rude commentary to any group she is overseeing. Usually magic, because of Sasuke.

Choji doesn’t play anything but he does place bets on who would win with his snacks.

Magic the gathering.

Sasuke, Itachi played. Black Commander Deck

Sai, again his older brother. Green and Black Commander Deck.

Tenten; She found it and didn’t want something that Lee and Neji enjoy. Standard White and Blue Deck.

Yu-gi-oh.

Hinata; only because Neji played. Silent Magician Deck

Neji; because Lee played. He didn’t want to seem stupid. Hero elemental deck

Lee, he just likes the anime. But does have Yusei’s deck

Ino, she likes the pictures on Toon town and they let her do whatever but to some extent.

Both.

Kiba; Rarely, Magic first. Green and Red Commander. Gear deck

Naruto; Rarely, yugioh first Odd-eyes deck and Black and White Standard Deck.

Kiba, dissing on Yugioh.

Naruto: Shut up, your mother buys you mega blocks instead of legos.

Hinata and Sasuke are both petty about each other’s card games. They each have respective sleeves and taunt each other, constantly.

Neji and Lee look at Tenten on the magic side and hate that she betrayed them. She’s just glad that they don't harp on her in her card game.

Pokemon.

Shikamaru, because no one knows how to fucking play.

Shino only collects the cards.

Shino showing Shikamaru his deck.

Hinata: Oh, are you playing?

Shino: You can play it?

Shikamaru has tried to teach Shino. Shino doesn’t sleeve his cards and when they take damage, he puts some non wet, non greasy food on his card.

Once the pokemon dies, Shino eats the snack. There are crumbs everywhere and Shikamaru’s pet peeve is being messy. Shikamaru appreciates Hinata’s and Sasuke’s sleeves.

Shows

Ino loves Reality TV and other things. But hates the Kardasians. Loves Rupaul drag race.

Sai is often encouraged by Ino to watch anime around her and he also finds anime that she thinks he hasn’t seen.

Sai has brought up Keeping up with the Kardasians and it was a mistake, he thought she would like it.

Ino: The Kardaisians are garbage and Kyle Jenner is a fake as hoe!

Sakura, from another room, hearing Ino rant: Did someone bring up the Kardasians?

Sai: Yeah.

Ino: Never do that again dear.

Sai: Got it sweetheart.

Ino has never actually called any other of her partners by a pet name but she does with Sai and they act like a married couple sometimes. They never talked about it. I mean they have shared stuff about each other that no one else knows. Coming out to each other, learning together because they both feel safe and comfortable with each other. Trust each other a lot.

Elementary bus crew.

Morning

Konoha 12 except Hinata

Naruto was so used to being independent that he has left his house on his own for school. It has freaked his parents more than once but they just watch over him as he goes to school.

Naruto always spots a red haired kid on the opposite of his bus stop with two older people that he holds their hands. Naruto always waves at him and waits until the day he waves back.

Gaara is very affected by his past life, like he was carving the kanji for love when his mom walked in because Temari tried to stop it but couldn’t take the blade away from him. She got slashed on her arm as a result.

Karura walks in and gasps softly.

Karura: Gaara sweetie.

Gaara: Mama, you're alive?

Karura: Of course. Please put the knife down.

Gaara: Knife?

Gaara completes carving in perfect kanji and stops once he completes it. Then the pain registrator for him

Choji is allergic to mustard, he found out in elementary and by accident. Shikamaru went to the teacher and Hinata stayed with Choji because he was rubbing his face and making his hives worse.

Afternoon

Rest of the Konoha 12 except (Hinata Neji and Shikamaru) No Sai yet.

Middle school. Bus Crew

Morning

Konoha 12 except Hinata, Ino, and Sakura

Afternoon

Konoha 12 Except Hinata, Tenten, Neji and Sasuke

High school bus crew.

Morning

Hinata was too scared to do it on her own in elementary, she tried in middle school and failed, but she succeeded in high school. She has to wake up an extra hour and walk to her stop but she doesn’t after freshman year. She got used to it

Afternoon

Everyone unless they have clubs, even then there is an after after school bus.

Hinata and Neji are on the richer side of town and everyone in middle school often joked about how they are on the west side while everyone else is on the east side.

They all meet on sports day. The other schools were pitted against each other east versus west.

Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto were in a group together and were mocking Neji from a distance.

Naruto: Ew, is that a West sider?!

Sakura: Is that a boy or girl?

Naruto: It doesn’t matter! It’s a west sider!

Hinata from behind them, joins in.

Hinata: Ew a west sider.

Naruto, turning around: You got that r-

Hinata a carbon copy of the guy they were mocking.

Naruto: AH!!! They got us from behind!

Hinata blushes: Naruto-kun

Naruto: Oh, it’s just you Hinata.

They don’t know each other at this point, Sasuke and Sakura look bamboozled at their interaction.

Hinata is going to therapy for this because her parents are worried and she just wants a break from the whole past life stuff.

Hinata sighs to herself: Not again

Hinata walks off towards where Neji is and leaves Naruto in her wake.

Naruto’s motto: We are here to cause some ruckus, then DIP!!!

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marvusxolotocircus · 6 years

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Troll Call Marching Band AU

Who Is This: Cymbals because they’re loud and scare unsuspecting people. “Stop giving me these papers the restroom already provides toilet paper.....Wtf is drill card?”

Marshi Houtek: Clarinet because apparently she enjoys “I didn’t choose the _____ life. The _____ life choose me.” meme

Azdaja Knelax: Snare Drum because he looks like he is part of the matrix and looks like a fun time but isn’t annoying or loud

Konyyl Okimaw: Bass Drum because the instrument is big and she gets to stick with Azdaja in the percussion section

Chixie Roximr: Cornet because she blocks all none praise like a trumpet but she sadly doesn’t have the boldness or excitement as a trumpet. So she settled for cornet.

Zebruh Codakk: Tenor Sax because he already in your DMs and is trying to add some class to his image (but sadly he is failing and is just looking like a creep) “Careless Whisper? Maybe.”

Wanshi Adyata: Flute because she knows it. all of it.

Bronya Ursama: French Horn because she finds time be a president of a club and loves the buddy systems

Fozzer Velyes: Oboe because he always cleaning up after others

Stelsa Sezyat: French Horn because she wears a fanny pack and actually bothers to question what people say. It’s band and most learn not to bother to ask questions but not this girl. She’ll even question the low brass.

Ardata Carmia: Piccolo because she looks like she is scheming something. She IS always scheming something. Probably scheming the death of everyone’s ear drums.

Marvus Xoloto: Euphonium/Baritone because he is part of the low brass (usually grouped in with the tubas not trombones) but nobody outside of band knows what the fuck he is playing and he loves that. Somehow became Drum Major and nobody has clue how (except Wanshi) Conducts a beat behind when the the Directors aren’t looking to fuck everyone up. Seriously how is he the Drum Major? “So here is the top euphonium player’s in the district name, address, family information, history, and romance interests. Go kill him for me so I can get first chair this year. Where I got all this information? I went on his instagram for like ten minutes on the bus ride here.”

Cirava Hermod: Alto Sax because they shouldn’t be alive because of something but they don’t care. (They’re that saxophone that probably is on something) They be chillin. “Careless Whisper? Sure dude.”

Tagora Gorjek: Trumpet because He. Won’t. Shut. Up.

Vikara Ratite: Trombone. You better believe he is that trombone player that always sends their slide flying.

Boldir Lamati: Tuba during concert season but moves to cymbals for marching because she can’t lift a sousaphone. Tuba because she is always plotting to take down the government with conspiracies.

Cymbals because they were the easiest for her to learn quickly for marching band. “For my spring break I’m taking down the government from the inside. They won’t know what hit them.”

Elward: Tenor Drums. Bang x4 (then multiply that by 2 for aesthetic purposes) bitch

Galekh Xigisi: Timpani because he thinks it looks sophisticated

Tirona Kasund: A flute because she is definitely a teacher’s pet.

Lynera Skalbi: French Horn because she is organized and cares to much about academics (the type of person that has to brag about all honors or ap)

Polypa Goezee: Piccolo because excellent relationship advice but she wants something in return. (Flutes will give you relationship advice even if you don’t ask for it)

Tegiri Karbur: Trombone but he like that senior trombone that is tired of everyone shit and already know what’s gonna happen because he already lived through this stupidity many times.

Charun Krojib: Clarinet because they just go with the flow and wears obnoxiously large hats during band practice. “Found this open bag of chips on the bus floor you want some? Yeah they’re barbecue!”

Amishi Erdehn: Glockenspiel because she paid for piano lessons her whole life and thought she could handle this. Can someone tell her that she should get a new piano teacher because nobody knows what she is playing but they know it’s not music

Folykl Darane: Xylophone because she doesn’t want to march. Doesn’t think she needs to shower because she doesn’t march outside and sweat like everyone else

Kuprum Maxlol: Alto Sax because he is overly excited about almost everything. Plays Carless Whisper after every practice (When everyone is dismissed and go to pick up their stuff on the sideline. So everyone can hear it.)

Dieman Xicali: Trombone because the slide reminds him of a oblong meat product.

Skylla Koriga: A cow bell. She has to keep with her theme despite what the directors say. The music piece didn’t even have a cowbell part but don’t worry she made one herself. She hits her cowbell once in measure 3 and precedes to perform a solo square dance for the rest of the show. The band directors and the rest of the band never tell her the correct time and places for the competitions. (Marvus told her the correct time once....fucking disaster)

Nihkee Moolah: Color guard Captain. The other girl that was considered for color guard captain mysteriously lost her hand and now isn’t even part of color guard. Queen of “accidentally” hitting band members with her flag at full force. “I’M THE CAPTAIN, THIS TEAM IS MY CREW, THE FIELD IS THE SHIP, AND MY FLAG IS THE PLANK!”

Chahut Maenad: Color guard for one year but a flag accident landed a poor clarinet player in the hospital. Now she is a sousaphone and her sousaphone case is the most colorful thing you have ever seen. Careful with opening her sousaphone case without permission. Rumor has it when her instrument isn’t in there, a dead body is.

Barzum Soleil: Color guard. Drops her flags a lot during practice but the flag always seems to fall in a way that injures somebody. Her infamous flag drops have been into a meme by the band.

Baizli Soleil: Color guard. Bring a one gallon water jug? Nah. She brings 1 main two gallon water jug and 2 one gallon water jugs for backup. Consistently asking to go to the restroom.

Mallak Adalov: Triangle because he doesn’t want to march and ruin his sweet kicks.

Daraya Jonjet: Electric guitars in marching band? Sure. Why not? We already have a dancing cow bell. She just stands next to the the front ensemble and plays the music and goes home. Water breaks = headphones and rock music.

Zebede Tongva: Snare because the drum is simple and pleasing to him. You hungry? He got your back. Free sample honey sticks for everyone. The band directors are always wondering why the drumstick are sticky.

Tyzias Entykk: Oboe because she probably wants to die. She is the band librarian. In advance she asks everyone how many times will they lose their drill card so she can limit her time at the printer. They are all liars. “Who is this you told me you would only lose it 12 times. This the 34 time you have lost it and how many days of marching band practice have we had so far? 34 days. I will personally tattoo your drill card on you if you lose it again.” Somehow fell asleep in Chahut’s sousaphone’s case once....huge mistake.

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jimlingss · 6 years

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Brass & Strings [12]

Episode 11 - Episode 12 - Episode 12.5 OR Episode 13 Words: 6.8k Genre: Fluff, Humour (?), Slice of Life, Music!Au, College!Au Summary: Have you ever wondered what happens to the mean girl after high school? Where do they go, where do they end up? More importantly, what happens when they get mixed up with the classic nerd that's always too nervous to answer 'no'? Things become a lot more complicated when Kim Namjoon encounters you. They dub you as 'bat-shit insane' and you're not ashamed.

Cr.

You hate kids.

You’re also not at all altruistic or philanthropic, hence, you never had dreams of being a doctor, nurse or a caregiver. Frankly, when it doesn’t involve you or someone you care about, then you could give less of a shit. You know you’re a selfish person by nature and you’ve been insulted because of it many times before, labelling you as such, but there’s nothing you can do. It’s just who you are.

Therefore, it’s no surprise that you’re in your worst of moods when riding on the shitty school bus with your tuba case by your side. It was a mandatory requirement...or rather, one of your professors had urged you to join the group of students. Much like Mrs. Song’s opportunity of performing at the business dinner, this is an opportunity as well but bluntly - it’s far less significant. It’s volunteer work, heading down to the elementary school to ‘inspire’ students to become musicians and to ‘spread your musical skills for future generations’.

As great as it sounds, you know for a fact that kids could give less of a rat’s ass about music. They’d probably get their grimy hands all over your instrument and break a valve that’ll cost a leg and arm to repair. The professor only called you anyways since they needed a tuba player.

They don’t care about you.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” Namjoon’s eyes peek from the seat in front of you and you suddenly feel a heavy weight lifted off your shoulders. You sigh outwardly.

At least he was here.

“Get me out of this place and I’ll be chipper again.”

“Why do you dislike children so much, Y/N?” He asks in amusement, turning around fully and resting his head on top of his folded arms. “You know, it’ll look good for your résumé.”

The harpist is wearing an oversized sweater today, glasses on the bridge of his nose and ruffled hair still all the same. The pout on his lips is cute and the way he looks at you makes you aware of his warm-hearted aura; the brown orbs that never stray from being gracious and gentle. Sometimes, you want to just wrap him up and put him in your pocket to keep forever. In that way, he’d never be harmed by the cruel world.

“You remind me of a child, Namjoon.” You make a mindless remark and he frowns.

“What? How?”

“Nevermind.” You brush off your friend, switching back to the previous topic. “I don’t know. Is there a reason to like kids? They’re always picking their nose. They’re dirty. And they ask too many questions.”

“They’re cute.”

“Loud.”

Namjoon laughs and Jennie across the aisle from you gives an encouraging smile. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Y/N. Give it your best shot! I know you have it in you!”

If only your eyes could roll to the back of your head. Rose, however, has the audacity to scoff and smirk at you from behind the row. “Be careful. Y/N might kill someone today and be charged with murder. She’d be better off in jail anyways, so maybe it’s a good thing.”

The concertmistress immediately scolds the flutist, “Rose!”

“Yeah, and the person I’m murdering will probably be you.” You try to get up and she further taunts you, except your arm is tugged on by someone and you land back down on your butt. Rose is told off by Jennie and you glare daggers into Namjoon.

You despise how he’s not frightened of you anymore. Namjoon’s legs no longer quake when your sharpened pupils stare into his soul, he doesn’t sweat or stutter, the timidness washing away by every week. Your ability to manipulate the harpist and get your way is quickly diminishing.

He has the courage to reprimand you like you’re the child, grabs your hand whenever he desires and he tugs on your arm to hold you back. You don’t know if Namjoon is transforming into your babysitter or your mother but you can’t find it in yourself to hate him.

“Are you not afraid of me?”

He smiles, dimples creased in his cheek. “What’s there to be afraid of?”

You scoff, flicking off his hand surrounding your wrist and he withdraws, flashing you one last grin before sitting properly in his seat and disappearing from sight. You look out the window, going back to seething. Except, it’s too difficult to remain angry when your heart is being too loud.

You wish it would shut up.

Sometimes expectations don’t differ from reality. The children are noisy. Screaming. Running around like a wild pack of hyenas, getting their filthy hands on anything that’s physically possible to reach and you think you might be sick.

“Why did I agree to this?” You mumble underneath your breath, standing in the back of your group. Your fellow orchestra members are as bewildered as you are, wide-eyed staring at the chaos.

Namjoon grins and decides to lighten the mood by teasing you. “Because I’m here?”

You let out a sigh, “yeah. You’re not wrong on that one, Nams.”

“Wait…” He frowns and twists his head over to face you. “Pardon?”

“Children? Children, please! Attention!” The music teacher, Miss. Nara, scrambles and she pulls the sharp mallets away from a boy, scolding him that he could poke his eyeballs out. She lets out an exasperated exhale and then claps her hand twice, the sound roaring above the catastrophe. “Freeze!”

The students become paralyzed mid-step as if they were truly turned to ice by a magical ray gun. Some of them giggle, others with their foot literally in the air but nonetheless, it’s finally quiet. “We have guests this afternoon. They’re students, just like you, but they’re from the university and they play a lot of fascinating instruments. They’re very busy but they took the time to come and visit you all today. Can everyone please greet them?”

The third-graders scatter over, a few of them almost tripping on the carpet and over their shoelaces. “Hello!” They say in unison. A handful grin and you can see their toothless smiles.

“Is this the violin?” Someone asks Jennie and pokes her case. She crouches down to meet them at eye-level and nods. You discreetly move your own case behind you back, reluctant to let any kid lay a single finger on your thousand dollar instrument. If you find a crusty booger on it later, you might completely lose your mind.

“Class! Let’s not bombard them, give them room to breathe. Oh! Go sit down in your lines and we can introduce each instrument one by one!” The teacher sends over a sheepish smile to your group as the children lunge over to the masking tape lines on the carpet, planting themselves down in memorized alphabetical order.

“Fei, you heard me once. Don’t make me put you in time out! Suzy, don’t touch that….”

Jihoon’s eyes have grown misty while gazing at the young music teacher. Miss. Nara’s brunette hair is in a braid, draped over her shoulder and her chiffon maxi skirt swishes with every twirl. You have to admit that she’s quite the looker and you estimate that she’s not far from your age, six years at most. However, the viola player is not the only person swooning. All your male classmates and a few females are practically drooling, ready to pass out - heck, even Rose can’t peel her eyes away.

You grumble, not used to the attention redirected onto someone else. “What’s wrong?” A smooth, soft voice overrides the clamor and you turn to Namjoon, only to realize that he’s looking at you. No one else, not the kids or the beautiful teacher…..but you.

He even smiles at your blank expression, a silly grin with dimples pressed into each cheek. You muse that he looks like an idiot like this - an endearing idiot. “Y/N?”

“Nothing…”

You find yourself not caring so much about the others anymore.

Each person takes turns to showcase their instrument and play some notes. You have to hold back a yawn when it drags on, considering that there’s fourteen in total, including you. The professor had selected one person from each section to go represent their instrument, as if this were the Olympics or something. The children, on the other hand, are all spellbound with their glittering orbs. It’s no surprise that there seems to be a bias towards the violin and flute since they’re such dainty things and they make nice melodic sounds. You roll your eyes when Rose showcases her flutter tongue and plays a nursery rhyme that they all recognize.

The percussionist also shows off, drumming like a rockstar when you know he never does in the actual practice sessions (and god forbid - your conductor might throw his baton at him). The trumpet plays the national anthem, the kids’ mouths drop at the huge bass and the trombone does an entire gag, utilizing the slider mechanism. The students are transfixed at Namjoon’s harp while he shyly explains a little on how he plays. You give an encouraging thumbs up which makes him beam.

But you can tell that they’re losing interest when it gets to the french horns. They’re looking elsewhere, bored out of their minds and they sway from side to side, daydreaming about robots or dolls or whatever children do….

“This is the tuba.” Lo and behold, it’s your turn and at the projection of your voice, the third-graders snap back into focus. You loll your head to the side, speaking tiredly. “It’s the largest and lowest pitch brass instrument in the orchestra. You have to buzz your lips to make a sound.”

One boy raises his hand in front of the horde. You resist facepalming. “Yes? You. Speak.”

“Why do you only have four buttons?”

“These are called valves. Usually, tubas have three but mine’s special. It’s a professional tuba which means it’s very expensive. You can have up to six valves but those are less common.”

He frowns, seemingly not understanding what’s coming out of your mouth. “If it only has four buttons, it must be easy to play then!”

Your eye twitches and you make a strangled noise at the back of your throat. It takes everything within your power not to utter a swear word or curse aloud. “It isn’t.”

The glare and intimidating, indignant aura radiating off your body must both be clues to your oncoming outburst. Jennie immediately steps forward and smiles. “Why don’t you play something for us, Y/N?”

Because you hate life, the world and what you have to do - you play one single note, the lowest possible one and you hold it for a whole minute. It rumbles against the walls and you can feel the vibrations shooting to the back of your skull. Two of the kids laugh, mumbling how it sounds like a fart while the rest are unimpressed. Your classmates either sigh or turn away from you. When your lips leave the mouthpiece and the sound dies out, you feel a lot better - it’s the longest record time for you holding the low note. Nice.

At least something useful happened today.

“Okay! Kids, you can go to the one you’re most interested in and maybe these nice musicians will show you in more detail how to play and what it’s like being in the world of music. If you’re kind to them, maybe they’ll even let you try.” The children begin to get up from their spot. All of you are positioned around the room, seated in a chair with a music stand in front. “Remember to treat them with respect! Respect!”

As per expectations, a swarm of them go towards Jennie and Rose, even to the French Horn which causes you to glare. The player shifts in their seat, sweating from their hairline.

The space in front of you is empty. A tumbleweed could pass by and no one would notice. You consider packing up, maybe answering text messages back. This isn’t out of the ordinary and you had predicted this would happen. No one really cares for the tuba considering it’s not all pretty or nice sounding. But before you’re able to leave, your attention is stolen by the boy a few feet away from you.

“This is the harp.” Namjoon’s smile widens as a girl goes closer, small hand on his knee to stare up at the intricate wooden designs. “There are many different kinds, small ones and big ones but this one is the biggest! Does anyone want to try to pluck a string?”

“Oooh, me!” “No, me!” “Me, me!”

The harpist in the blue coat and black rimmed glasses allows each to go one at a time, beaming at their enthralled faces. “My aunt plays the harp,” a taller boy speaks up. “Isn’t it weird that you’re playing it?”

He tips his head to the side. “Why?”

“You’re a boy!” The kid says and your eyebrow cock upwards. “Isn’t the harp a girl instrument?”

“Well, not really.” Namjoon smiles. “It doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or boy or anything in between. You can play whatever you want as long as you love it enough.”

“Huh.” The boy, named Jintak, seems to process the newfound information and nods, taking a step forward while asking more questions. You wonder how he ever got the thought that instruments were segregated into genders but at the same time you can comprehend his thought process. Traditionally, it’s more common for females to play flute, clarinet and the harp while males inclined towards percussion and brass instruments. You’re not sure why that’s the case but it certainly doesn’t deter you.

For a moment, you’re brought back to the days when you first began, younger than the students around you….and the nostalgic, sadness comes tumbling back, only to vanish when a bright yellow backpack materializes into your peripheral vision.

“Y/N?!” Seokjin gasps and comes running over. “What are you doing here?!”

You sigh, “how do you always find me, kid?”

“This is my school!” He exclaims in elation and continues to explain. “The elementary and middle school are just in different buildings but wow! I never come around here!”

“It’s a coincidence. Don’t get your hopes up.”

The teacher comes sauntering over, checking on everyone’s groups and Seokjin reluctantly breaks away from you. Apparently, he was only here on an errand, to send the music teacher a note from another teacher. Judging by the blush that appears on the apples of her cheeks, you muse that it must be from a romantic interest which is unsurprising.

“W-w-what do you play?”, a hesitant, timid girl nervously stutters. Her sparkly shoes are sliding against the carpet and her pigtails swing with each movement. It breaks your train of thought and you blink at her, caught off guard that a student is actually speaking to you.

“Uh, tuba.”

“Is it hard?”

“Not really. Kind of but you could probably make a sound if you wanted to.”

The girl is in a long, polka-dotted and purple dress. You mentally thank the teacher for attaching name tags to everyone as you read her’s - Inha. “I don’t really like the other instruments.” She gives a fleeting glance back to the crowd surrounding cello and clarinet. Inha looks back at the golden metal in your arms. “This one seems cooler.”

You told yourself you didn’t care.

You said that it was a waste of your time, that you didn’t want any grimy hands laying a single finger. But at this moment, when another has taken interest in what you have to offer, you feel a tingle of excitement burst in your chest. “Do you want to try?”

“Can I?!” Her orbs light up as if there’s a million stars in them, all laying dormant and simply waiting for the moon’s cue in order to twinkle. You get off your chair and she climbs onto it. “Is it heavy?”

“A little bit but I’ll be here. It’s okay.”

You place the golden instrument in her lap and she receives it in enthusiasm. Inha lightly presses down on the valves and you allow her hand to run over the brass bell, touching the cool metal and feeling its weight that grounds her to the Earth. You allow her to try blowing through after you wipe down the mouthpiece and she laughs, telling you it’s ticklish to buzz her lips. The young girl manages to make a note and although it isn’t the crispiest sound, it’s loud. It startles everyone in the room and when you praise her, she giggles cheerfully. The same grin reflects on your lips and you hurriedly teach her fingerings, how to play what note.

You don’t notice Namjoon watching with a soft smile.

Lunchtime rolls around quickly and Miss. Nara is swamped up to her chin, trying to make sense of the order deliveries that the school had prepared beforehand. Thus, when she excuses herself and leaves the room, there’s no guardian watching over the children - it’s anarchy once more. Survival of the fittest. Eat or be eaten.

“How do you even learn anything when your class is like this?” You mutter to Inha, the girl who you’re piggybacking. You never intended to be carrying her but you couldn’t bear to watch her become encroached by her wild classmates and she’s rather lightweight anyways.

Your case is by your side, sandwiched between the wall and chair that you’re standing on. Changwook, a bassoon player, screams from the other side of the room, being trampled by a bunch of giggling hyenas. Jennie is trying her best as the children launch over her but they know that she’s too delicate to be directly tackled on. A trombonist, Sunha, seems to be a favourite as she grabs the students by their arms and swings them around, a human helicopter if one would attach a name to it but she’s tired by the fourth child.

“We’re actually known as the worst class in the school.” Inha laughs over your shoulder and says it with the utmost pride. “We’ve ran out a bunch of substitute teachers and we’ve made one or two cry before. It was kind of funny…”

You mentally give condolence to whatever person that might’ve been. “I bet.”

“We really only listen to Miss. Nara because she’s so nice.” Inha sighs and a tiny smile tugs at your lips. You ignore the third-grader that body slams into the bookshelf and causes a binder to come tumbling down. Another one somersaults in front of you before cartwheeling away. “She makes us cupcakes and cookies if we’re good. And she brought us to the music museum and for Christmas, she gave all of us gifts.”

It’s fascinating how such tiny humans can act like angels in front of the ones they like and grow devil horns and red tails the moment that person turns around. As you observe the disarray in front of you, it only confirms your dislike for them.

You grimace but then your eyes catch a particular someone a few feet away.

Namjoon has always had great body proportions and outstanding height - you’ve thought that from day one. But to people in general, he can come across as intimidating, a giant or gangster, someone who could punch another into outer space. It’s a lot more ironic in reality, considering that his touch is alway soft, despite the thickness of his arms, and his proneness to embarrassment constantly causes him to be shy. Namjoon wouldn’t even fart on a butterfly.

The students must’ve realized the same thing as you. When the pair of you came into the room at the beginning, they were terrified of him but now….they were grappling on top of him, stealing his sheet music, undoing his shoelaces and trying to choke the poor boy.

“Hey! Hey! Get off of him!”

You wonder how you always manage to pick out Namjoon in a massive crowd.

“Inha, stay here.” You set her down on the chair and she nods, watching as you dive into the mob. They’re shoved aside before you get to the harpist and you snatch the sheet music away from the boy that’s been teasing him with it. The student gasps and you give a stern stare that must come off as a menacing glare because he stumbles back. “Get off of him this instant!”

“Y/N?”

There’s no need for some childish countdown, no need for threats or sharp gestures. “I’m serious.” You’re already scary enough as it is.

The third-graders surrounding Namjoon reluctantly climb off his back and they unwrap their arms from his leg. He stands up straight, finally able to catch his breath again. At the same time, you feel your blouse being tugged on and you whirl around, about to curse some child off but you look down to see Inha.

“Are you married to him?” She asks out of curiosity, innocently blinking up. You don’t even get to ask her how she made it all the way to you. You’re too stunned by the question.

“No! I’m too young to be married! That’s-”

“Is he your boyfriend then?” Another asks and you realize how much attention you’re drawing...the kind of attention that you, for once in your life, don’t want.

“No.”

The kids have shit-eating grins and you’re too caught off guard to comprehend that silence and ignoring them would do more good than answering any questions. “Do you like him?”

“Yeah, do you like him?!”

Namjoon stares at you, completely silenced. His chest heaves and his breathing finally steadies. You clear your throat, avoiding his prodding irises that gleam. You can tell that he’s amused and for some reason, it irritates you even more. “As a friend.”

“Are you lying?” Inha shifts her weight from one foot to the next, tipping her head to the side. “It’s not very nice to lie.”

These kids are the devil.

“N-no.”

One of them covers their eyes with their hands, grinning with blushing cheeks. “Eww! They’re in love!”

“W-wait! What?!”

Where the hell did they get that conclusion from?!

Jintak begins the chant, Inha joining in. Soon, in the midst of the chaos, they’re circling you like a game of ring-around-the-rosy and they’re singing aloud, “Y/N and Namjoon sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g.” They spell it out and you groan into your palms, shame eating you up alive. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!”

Namjoon laughs his head off and you wonder if this is what you get for standing up for him. What kind of reversal is this and what in the world did you do to deserve this kind of treatment? (Technically, you’ve done a lot and you’re sure there’s a seat in hell reserve that has your name on it...but now is not the time…).

“Y/N and Namjoon sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love-”

“Are you that embarrassed?” Namjoon whispers into your ear, absolutely entertained by the sight in front of him. It’s not everyday that you’re flustered, that your cheeks turn into a rosy hue and you try to hide your face behind your hair. He’s used to your flamboyant and blunt nature but this is a pleasant surprise as well.

“Ugh, I hate this.”

The students shriek when he suddenly interlocks his hand with yours and for a moment, their chanting ceases. “If you want it to stop, we could just hug...or kiss..or something and they’d run away.”

You scoff, giving him a confused expression. It felt like you were talking to Jungkook. You don’t remember Namjoon ever making smooth one liners before. But unlike with the annoying acapella kid, you don’t shut the harpist down. A tiny smirk appears on your mouth, curious as to see how much Kim Namjoon is capable of.

“Maybe we should.”

The sound of a steam train whistles from the other side of the room, interrupting your shenanigans and not only does it capture your focus but the rambunctious students as well. Of course, it’s none other than the concertmistress, practically the living embodiment of a Disney princess, who has managed to bring calmness and peace.

She pulls the wooden train whistle away from her mouth and grins, announcing loudly, “all aboard the musical train! Next stop to fame!”

The third-graders laugh and they tumble over, putting their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them, making a huge chain. Jennie pretends to be the conductor and every so often, she blows through the train whistle. Rose is in front of the concertmistress, playing her flute like Pied Piper (except, she’s not leading the children into a cave to disappear or into a river to drown). The other orchestra musicians have also found their place, dancing with the folk tune. You’re finally free but Namjoon drags you over to the end of the line. “My arms are tired,” you complain when you place your hands on his shoulders, “you’re too tall, Nams.”

“Should I carry you instead?” He shifts slightly, smirking at you and your brows furrow.

“What’s with you these days?”

Even with the kids laughing and giggling, the flute music and commotion, you can hear his voice clearly. “What do you mean?”

“I-...you’re just...so….flirtatious these days. Where’s the timid Namjoon that I used to scare off?”

“Do you hate me like this?”

“...no.”

“Good.” He turns around. “‘Cause I don’t plan on changing.”

If you were flustered before, now it feels like your entire face is on fire. It’s never been like this before, no one has ever caused you to be like this and you wonder if you’re catching a fever.

Lunch goes by pretty smoothly. The third-graders sit amongst themselves as your fellow musicians plant themselves together. You hover awkwardly not knowing where you should go or if you should leave all together but Namjoon grabs your hand and leads you beside him. At first, everyone immediately freezes up when they realize your presence. The things they’ve witnessed, the rumours they’ve heard and your past deeds don’t give you a very good reputation. But when Jennie smiles and asks how your morning went and you answer politely, they seem to calm down.

All of you end up taking turns to share your nostalgic school stories and it brings you back to your own days. You sneak a glimpse from the harpist, realizing that you don’t know anything about his past. “Do you have any horror stories, Y/N?” Jennie asks after telling the tale of how one of her middle school classmates with a temper issue had punched through a timpani drum. The percussionist had shivered and gasped at the story.

“Well, I played in my high school’s orchestra..” You begin to explain and everyone leans in, engaged with your re-telling. Most of them are aware that you went to one of the largest, expensive private academies in the country and they’ve only heard about how well the students are trained there. “But in my last year, the conductor left on maternity leave. Someone had to step in for a few months and one afternoon, I found the replacement teacher at the sink….”

They nod and you take pleasure in keeping all of them on edge. “He had dumped the flutes and clarinets into water to try to clean them.”

“Oh my god.” and “No way.” echo amongst the group of fourteen. Rose raises her brow and coughs. “What did you end up doing?”

“I punched him in the face.”

There’s a long silence. “What.”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “I screamed and asked what was going. He told me something like ‘you can’t speak to me in that tone of voice’. I pushed him away and he yelled at me, so, I punched him.”

Jihoon swallows hard. “And then what?”

“He wanted me expelled and I went to the principal’s office.” You dismiss Namjoon’s curious stare. “Long story short, my parents came and threatened to sue. The guy ended up paying for the damaged instruments and the kids got their money back for it.”

Yup. Those were the kinds of parents you had. They wanted to sue everyone and everything, even if someone stepped on your foot on accident at the train station. It’s funny how overbearing they are but at the same time, neglected the one thing you loved most.

While your classmates took pictures with their parents on stage, you never once saw your own parents at any of your performances. Mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles, grandparents consistently sat in the assembly and applauded with proud smiles but in the end, you walked off by yourself, packing your belongings....

“Woah.” A squeaky giggle appears beside you. “That’s crazy, Y/N! But you saved your classmates from having ruined instruments!”

Seokjin is perched beside you, gnawing on his sandwich. Namjoon tilts his head to the side, giving you a confused frown and you shrug again. Jennie scoots over and invites him into the circle and you ignore the looks that your classmates give you, screaming the question ‘who is this?’. You’re too tired to argue with the middle schooler. “Do you have any stories, Jin?”

“A few.” He coyly answers to the concertmistress and surprisingly, Jin has the charisma of a politician. Even if he’s almost a decade younger, everyone enjoys his company.

You find yourself relishing in the group, smiling and talking normally with them. You’ve always been ostracized and isolated and it’s odd to belong, to fit right in as if you were a puzzle piece that merely snapped into place. Perhaps, you only have one person to thank for that.

“I think I’m going to skip class.” Seokjin sulks as everyone begins to put away their belongings, lunch ending sooner than he thought. A handful of your classmates pat him on the shoulder, saying their goodbyes to him. “I want to stay here with you, noona.”

“No.” You look up from your bag. “You’ll go to class or else I’ll never hear the end of it from your brother. Hoseok already thinks I’m a bad influence enough as it is.”

“But-”

“Go to class.” You smile and it isn’t sinister. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll buy you something nice to eat.”

Seokjin’s eyes light up. “A date?!”

“No.” A disgusted expression mars your face. “That’s illegal. I mean it as an outing-”

“A date it is then!” Seokjin grins and he bolts out the door before you can say otherwise. “Bye, Y/N!” He disappears and you laugh underneath your breath.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, you’re strolling down the hall to find Namjoon walking in the same direction as you. He’s preoccupied, studying the students’ artwork on the walls and the coloured pictures that frame bulletin boards. You accelerate your steps and clear your throat loudly. He spins around and smiles. “Y/N. Hey…”

“Do you like kids?” The fond smile on his lips are still there and his irises are glued to the drawings as you continue walking alongside him. “I realized I never asked…”

“I just like cute things.” Namjoon admits with a tiny laugh. “Crabs, animals, kids…”

You muse that despite the hard exterior and big stature that looks like he could beat someone else into a pulp, Namjoon is the biggest softie you’ve ever come to know. From day one, he has been nothing but a gentle soul. He’s a giant teddy bear that you have the urge to steal and cuddle….

“What about you?” He asks with doting eyes. “Do you still hate kids?”

“I do.” People can’t change overnight and you find no reasons why you should like rambunctious tiny humans that sneeze germs every second. “But...they’re not so bad.”

You’ve taken a liking to sweet Inha and you’ve told her (jokingly, of course) that you could take her to your home and you’d provide her with so many toys, she’d be drowning in them. The little girl only laughed and cutely said ‘no’ to you. “I think I want a daughter one day….maybe….”

If your past self heard you now, she’d probably call you a fraud and strangle you to death. For one, you’d never be caught dead talking to a person like Namjoon. You were conceited, rolling your eyes unless someone had money or authority. You believed you were better than everyone else, that you were special and you were talented. You’ve also sworn never to become a married woman, never to be chained down by some individual that could cheat within the next breath. And after you watched a labour video and saw the aftermath of stretch marks and loose skin, you promised never to have children.

But here you are.

You’re beside Namjoon, a fool of a boy who pushes his glasses up every so often and likes to smile at things that don’t mean much. You’re thinking about kids of your own and the idea of tying the knot with someone isn’t so disturbing. Things have changed.

You’re allowing your heart to flutter even when it’s not supposed to.

The group gathers again and the fourteen of you perform a few pieces together. It’s lively when the children begin to dance and they watch in awe as each instrument sings together, twining together their different sounds and melodies in order to create one piece. Most often than not, if you aren’t playing in a horde of over fifty people then you’re practicing by yourself. But there’s something about fourteen, one for each, that allows you to hear every person.

“Are you going to visit me again?” Inha angles her head up to meet yours.

“Sure…” You squat down to connect with her at eye-level. “I’ll come by and maybe you can visit my school someday.”

She nods. “That would be fun. Oh, and Y/N, I think I want to play tuba.” Inha shyly looks down at her pretty shoes. “I’m going to ask my parents when I get home.”

You thought the words ‘you’ve won the lottery’ or ‘the inheritance is now yours’ would cause you to get a heart attack. But hearing those strung syllables stumble from her mouth makes you beyond blissful. “Okay. If you need my help, call me. I’ll look forward to competing with you one day.”

Inha grins when you ruffle her hair and you wrap your pinky around her’s, a gesture to prove your promise. Jintak and the rest of the children say their own goodbyes and you catch some of your classmates patting Jihoon on the back, the latter boy unable to gain courage to give Miss. Nara his number. It’s a blessing in disguise considering that you’re aware the teacher already has an active love life of her own.

“Are you going to go back with us?” Jennie asks as she zips up her violin case, holding it in both hands. “All of us are carpooling back to the university together…”

“No, it’s alright. I have a thing to do.” You wave your hand to dismiss her. “I’ll see you in class on Monday?”

“Okay. Bye, Y/N. Get home safely!”

You watch as everyone files into the three different cars with their music cases, complaining about the tight squeeze and yelling until the van slams shut. When they’re gone down the street, you turn to the corner, near the front school gate and you pull out your phone.

It’s fifteen ringing beats until it picks up.

“Hi, beautiful.” A greasy voice trickles artificial sugar into your ear. “Where are you? Should I pick you up now? Are you ready for some...fun?”

You exhale steadily before you twirl one finger into your hair, playing up your role. “Actually…” For a second, you pull the phone away to read the contact name, having already forgotten who’s on the other side. “...Jonny. I’m tired today. School was extra busy. I was wondering if we could reschedule.”

“But I’m giving you a free meal and shopping money...” The voice is obviously annoyed and you feel more irritated, holding in a scoff but after a second of silence passes, he sighs. “Fine. I understand.”

“You could do that for me, right? Don’t be mad.” You pout and even if he can’t see you, it helps to put up the facade. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

It’s the same pattern. You’re not a sugar baby or a prostitute, not selling your body nor are you a slave working under somebody else. You’re giving your time, company and offering your pretty looks to the lonely, wealthy folks who want an escape from their reality; those who yearn for the closeness of another human without needing to be tied down into a committed relationship. Although many have been kind and proper towards you, a lot of them don’t care.

You don’t anticipate them to but it still feels...empty. Your apartment is full. Your pockets and stomach are full. But you have nothing.

“Namjoon?”

He’s at the bus stop, the sun beginning to dip slightly over the horizon. The person in front of you is equally stunned as you are. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that! Why didn’t you take the van with everyone else?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “I sent the harp with them but I wanted to take the bus. It was too crowded for me to fit anyways. But what about you? Why didn’t you take the van?”

“Same reason as you.” You frown, the two of you looking out at the road and waiting for the familiar, blue automobile to turn the corner. There is another reason but you won’t say it aloud.

Sure, there are tens of people who would pick you up in an instant, lovers that would come zooming by in their sports cars or others calling their chauffeurs to escort you. Heck, even your family driver would be sent if you made a quick phone call to your parents.

But none of those people are Kim Namjoon.

You end up taking the bus with him, sitting at the back in the same seat together. There’s a bit of silence as the pair of you recuperate and strangely enough, when you begin to talk again, it doesn’t require much energy. “I feel like ever since you came around, I’ve been taking the bus a lot more.”

Namjoon laughs. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“I don’t know.” You respond earnestly. “There’s a lot of things that are different now because of you…...answer me honestly, Joon. Are you stalking me?”

“What?” His mouth draws open. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, everywhere I go, you’re there.” You’re only supposed to see Namjoon briefly, in practice rooms or on days where you interrogate him on how your science classes are. Now, he’s somehow become a constant in your life, like brushing your teeth or having a cup of coffee every morning. “We keep bumping into each other.”

It feels wrong to not see Namjoon at least once a day.

He shrugs. “Maybe it’s fate.”

You scoff. “Yeah, right.”

The bus ride is more than half-an-hour long. As the evening becomes night and the orange sky doesn’t intrude it’s beams through the glass windows, the drowsiness in your bones takes captive of your being. Your head eventually lolls to the side but you’re awakened when you feel a pressure on your shoulder. Namjoon’s head is resting on it and he curls up closer to your warmth.

A smile pulls on the corners of your mouth and you lean your own head on the window.

He probably won’t hear you but it doesn’t hurt to speak aloud and pretend that he’s awake. You inhale a small breathing, murmuring out, “do you think I’m scary, Nams? I always blamed other people but maybe it’s my fault that I’ve driven everyone else out of my life.”

There’s a long silence and you shut your eyes, expecting nothing more when the harpist is asleep.

“No.”

His whisper pierces through the air and hits straight into your chest. Your eyes flutter open and you look down at him. Namjoon’s own eyes are still closed and his cheek is pressed onto your shoulder, not moving once. The lights inside the bus are dim, causing the passing lamp posts outside to flicker their luminescence in for a split of a second each time. Yet, his skin glows and you wonder if a ghost has spoken to you or if you misheard. But his lips gently part again.

“Maybe at first...but then you became annoying. You’re a brat.” He slowly mutters and in an almost dreamy state. The weight of his body shifted on yours is not heavy but rather comforting.

In the close proximity, you wonder if he can hear your thundering heartbeat. “You’re cute...and I like cute things.”

#bts fanfic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon scenario #namjoon scenarios #namjoon fluff #that slow burn train is still going strong LOL

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thebraincellbehindthecouch · 6 years

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Hetalia AU: Concert/Marching Band

Explanation: I march flute and while 70% delirious on a hot day of 9 hours of practice, I got this idea. Credits to friends who added more.

Germany: plays percussion for concert band, is drum major for MB. He keeps everybody in line, makes the rules, and keeps time like nobody's business. He'll kick your ass into shape with little to no hesitation, but outside of "drum major mode" he's a shy boi.

Japan: Quiet dude, really good clarinet player, gets called out for needing to play louder. Says he will, doesn't.

North Italy: accomplished tenor/quad marcher, the really Nervous Percussionist the rest of the section would die for.

South Italy: Guard Dude, threatens to shoot people with his rifle/stab with a sabre on a regular basis, even when told that it would be nearly impossible. When he's Ultra Pissed he spins his rifle at about 250 rpm while cursing. Once someone (prob Spain) got him pissed on purpose and dropped a rifle on his other hand. He automatically synchronised and had them both spinning at the same time for several minutes before Germany called Set and he just y e e t e d one off the front sideline before getting set. Helps out the director for concert season.

England: plays French horn in concert, marches trumpet. Fights with France over whether or not putting his hand the bell of a French horn is a dirty joke.

France: plays flute for both seasons, makes dirty jokes with Prussia and Spain, teases England about his instrument. Is That One Asshole who has one great-great-whatever the fuck grandparent from Europe and is Very In Touch With His Heritage, makes England's instrument into a personal dirty joke.

Canada: Clarinet player, you never notice he's playing, you think its another clarinet until he gets a solo and you realise he's the loudest clarinet. Only the director knows until then, never gets called out.

America: plays every brass instrument save euphonium, tuba/contra, baritone, and trombone. He plays the anthem, but gets the end cut off by England punching him in the face regularly. He would play the rest of the brass selection, but he refuses to purely to avoid Russia, who is a low brass master.

Russia: low brass, marches contra, that One Guy you just get Bad Vibes from when you fuck up. He doesn't ever really say anything except to his three (3) very close friends and his sisters'.

China: percussionist that makes all keyboards look easy af, in the pit for MB, knows flight of the bumblebee by heart, a literal Fuck ton of pop songs for marimba, can play a slow chimes part w one hand and a 32nd note run on a marimba at the same time. Did so at competition, sprained his hand. Percussion section leader.

That's all for now. More tomorrow, wish us luck at competition!

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shykylosolo · 6 years

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Tagged by @adamkylosandwich ♥

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 accounts you want to know better

Nickname(s): Rosie, Daisy (ppl like making fun of the fact that my name is a flower), Rosie Posie Puddin Pie

Gender: Female.

Sign: Virgo/Leo

Height: 5’6″

Time: 10:34 AM

Favorite Bands: Shikes. Uh. MCR, Death Cab, Circa Survive, The Maine, Mumford and Sons, Panic!, Sleeping With Sirens, Streetlight, Twenty One Pilots...

Favorite Solo Artists: Halsey, Post Malone (seriously i wanna marry this dude), Childish Gambino (this dude too), Chance the Rapper, Lil Dicky, Jon Bellion, Billy Joel

Song Stuck In My Head: Stay by Post Malone or Feeling Whitney by also Post Malone... I’m on a bit of a Posty kick lately.

Last Movie I Saw: Deadpool 2. . . . . (it was not my favorite... not bad but...)

Last Show I Watched: Stranger Things (i am forcing my parents to watch it bc my dad played DnD in the 80s like he’s contractually obligated)

When Did I Create My Blog: Late december after TLJ came out...

What Do I Post: Anything/Everything Star Wars. Including: Reylo, (d)Adam Driver, Daisy Ridley, fanart, lots of fic, etc.

Last Thing I Googled: Where a city in Michigan is bc I don’t know it like the back of my hand (haha get it??) and I’m trying to get a job

Do I Have Any Other Blogs: i just almost said no but i definitely do... fuckmyfandom is my other one, it’s just like some of the marvel and other scifi shit i like but i like barely ever post on it

Do I Get Any Asks: I think i’ve gotten like 5 total, so not really. Feel free to send me prompts or whatever tho i love getting shit... but i’ve also never gotten shit from antis so i’m not mad

My URL: uh well. i wanted it to be like “shybensolo” but that was taken or whatever so i was like whatever i’ll mash his names together which really doesn’t make sense but i’ve committed bc i also changed my AO3 name to shykylosolo

Following: 283. Fun fact, when i got this blog, i literally just followed random reylo blogs from the search of “reylo” like if it had reylo in the name or title i followed it and i think since then i’ve only unfollowed like 1 of those people and it was bc they were kinda toxic and fighting with other people and i just try to stay out of it

Followers: 1,089. I had like a month where i gained like 10-20 followers a day, don’t know how that happened, and then suddenly there were just a lot and i don’t really know how we got here but i’m staying pretty consistent

Avg. Hours Of Sleep: Hahaha... uh, i’m gonna go with 6 still. I have no fucking clue it depends some nights i can’t sleep and some nights all i want to do is sleep soooo

Lucky Number: uh. i don’t know if i believe in a lucky number. Like i believe some people are lucky but idk about numbers being lucky?

Instruments: Hi i am a music major uwu fancy

so i play (in order from best to worst): euphonium, trombone, flute, trumpet, french horn, ukulele, double bass, cello, and uh some percussion shit. And I can kind of sing a little.

What Am I Wearing: A star wars shirt my sister got my dad like 10 years ago from Gap that I stole and bright pink nike mesh shorts

Dream Job:stand up comedian. but this is kind of a new development, i’m not even funny? But i love to make people laugh. That or be like a famous conductor and work with the NYP or literally any big orchestra

Dream Trip: Anywhere in Europe. Big Europe tour. hell ya

Favorite Food: Cheese? Bread? Literally almost anything I only hate fish and mustard and mayonaise and eggs i will eat anything else.

Nationality: American ha ha ha ha (get me out of here)

Favorite Song: Rn? Fuck It by Bumping Uglies

Last Book I’ve Read: 7 Habits of Highly Effective People it is really good and really helping except i need to read it faster. It’s a great self-help book. The next on the list is a creativity one my Tuba/Euph professor suggested

Top 3 Fictional Universes I’d Join: Star Wars, Marvel, uh... Firefly/Serenity

I’m Tagging: @bl0wthatpieceofjunkoutofthesky @reyloday @reylofic @youhadmeatreylo @adarmdriver @adarmdriver @amilynholdos @reylodream

#yeet #about me

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judesbeiiinghams · 6 years

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PENTAGON band!au

is this an au people want???? idk but i want it so hhh also keep in mind I’m writing this as if band is like first period (???) k thanks for your time

Jinho

a soprano or alto sax (probably alto ??)

knows exactly what he’s doing

one of the only kids that is actually really happy in band

loves when he gets highnotes

and especially when he hits them all perfectly

probably the kid that gets the solo

also always on time

always ready to blow

wait

???

always ready to play ***

anyways probably cleans his sax daily like a good person

appreciates the neck strap,,, kinda

Hwitaek

aLSO A SAXAPHONE !!!

but he’s a tenor !!!

the only person who does stuff in group projects but is glad that it works that way

probably plays with low brass

loves playing melodies but the dumb teacher puts him on anything but

probably accidentally shoved the open end of his sax into someone’s fac before

dont do that,, i think it smells like spit idk

probably wanted flute

but glad he isn’t because he watched his boyfriend hyojong almost go red because of how much air they need

hates the neck strap

loves cleaning the sax to get out of playing

sometimes late to class, but never late to preformances

Hongseok

tuba

bih probably embarrasses anyone in the section that has a heavy instrument

probably moves his tuba with just one arm and uses the other to help someone else

honestly the tubas all fight over who gets his help

an angel in disguise to his section

wants to play the xylophone

so that’s what he does when your class is just messing around

yes i do have a xylophone player in my band,,, and yes he was originally our tuba player,,, my band is chaotic

late sometimes

“you can clean a tuba???”

honestly chose the tuba because it had four valves (yes not three valves, but 4 because we’re fancy)

Hyojong

a FLUTE

probably half asleep always

a lil lost

thought music was gonna be more vocal or about theory not band

honestly hates having it first period

because it means no cramming for second period

which he always forgets about so

frick

but anyways

never cleans his flute

when he gets tired he just pretends to blow

but he actually plays the right notes bc that’s the important thing to him

when ever it gets stuffy w spit

he just removes the mouth piece and shakes the spit out

probably shakes it on wooseok for jokes

Shinwon

someone more lost than him ???

NOT possible

he is a T R U M P E T

but only because it had three valves and he thought it would be easy

tries to always be late

but is never because he is scared of the guidance office

which is where he picks up late slips and um

no !!!! mr. bartnik aka the ib Councillor scares the shit outta him

anyways

shinwon is the kid who blows his trumpet into your ear

empties his spit valve on the floor

someone tripped bc of it before

he just laughed at them

honestly needs to be guided through this but still a nice funny kid

also never tries to get attention or annoy nobody

he really aint tryna get sent out of the class

Changgu

a clarinet

learned all of the best songs on his instrument in like the first month

probably plays dumb anime openings when teacher isnt teaching anything in specific

was able to do the notation for icarly’s opening within the first week of class

probably doesn’t like the class

but he likes the clarinet and that’s all that matters

also doesn’t clean his instrument

“if there’s spit, it would’ve dripped out! that’s how gravity works, right?”

somehow still the best in his section

“shit I can just let my clarinet stand”

cries while watching squidward clarinet videos

Yan an

trombone

“you’re our best trombone”

he’s also the only trombone

let his slide tube thing fall out

“there’s a lock???? wouldn’t lock everything and not let me move it???”

honestly doesn’t know what he’s doing

honestly transferred because he wanted to hang out with wooseok

laughs whenever hyojong plays the flute directly into someone’s ear

“?????”

probably hits people with his slide tube

people think he won’t hit them

“u tHOUGHT”

goofs off by accident??

like he just gets bored and starts doing other stuff

Yuto

drums

always on top of it (at least that’s what everyone thinks)

he knows what he’s doing

until he drops his sticks

goes into panic mode

“mY STICKS”

did that during a performance once and wants that memory to DIE

always casually “late”

and by that i mean he always shows up right after announcements panting

only on time because he is scared of consequences

plays really loudly if he’s not paying attention

if the teacher says anything about it his drumming becomes non existent

“good job on the drums today” someone not from band says

“uh,,uhm,,,uhHhHHhHHhhHh thank you, you too. waIT NOT YOU TOOHHHH”

reads manga/ watches anime in class

literally has his phone on the stand with anime on and just jams out while watching

Hyunggu

saxophone

good and he fucking knows it

bITCH IS ALWAYS FIRST THERE

h o w

you show up at 8:15 once because you went too early

and he was already there in front of the class waiting

“bLOW HARDER”

“wait i take it back im so sorry”

cleans his saxophone daily

probably every 10 minutes

doesn’t break reeds often

also probably helps the teacher with all the notes

“ma’am that’s actually a B flat not a B”

always excited to play

always smiling

except for when he broke two reeds in one class

“if yOU KEEP SPLITTING IM GONNA SPIT WITH YOU” (towards his sax)

Wooseok

the other flute

half the time he doesn’t know what he’s doing

sometimes just smashes his fingers on the buttons and fakes it

comes usually just in time for class

almost never late

cries whenever he gets told flutes are gonna go first

blew real hard into changgu’s ear

played himself because hyojong then blew right into his ear

“fUCk yOU JINGLE BELL ROCK”

wishes he chose something else

hates playing fast

is definitely not coordinated enough for that

“you can clean the inside of a flute??”

literally only talks if he’s in a small group

“what the fuck do you mean we have to do a rearrangement??”

never got over how he hit his highest note

hyojong screams that note so he never forgets.

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storytellerknight · 6 years

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For weeks now my mom and I have been dealing with the third tuba in Thursday night band constantly telling us to play quieter. Which is a joke because compared to every other tuba player I have ever met, my mom and I don’t play that loud. My mom especially does not play loud enough to warrant being scolded by this jackass. Like, in the tuba quartet we play in we can barely hear her. She doesn’t stand a chance against a full concert band.

So I have been on the verge of snapping for a while. I said in my head a couple weeks ago that if he told me to play quieter one more time I was going to take him down.

He asked me after we finished a song why I felt the need to play everything forte. I tried to explain to him that as a tuba it is important to make sure the band can hear us. He interrupted me and up went my hand. I shouted the director’s name to get his attention and asked him if we were playing to loud.

And the director gives me such a confused look because of course the answer is no. I’ve been playing tuba for 20 years and it has always been more tuba. Even in a group with nine tuba who all have drum corp backgrounds, the answer was more tuba. Everyone knows that it’s more tuba except for the fucking guy sitting next to me.

So I ask the question again and the director slowly says no and explains that at the one really super soft part in the song it’s just us and a couple other instruments so it’s important not to back off there. A the jerk next to me, who must know he’s in the wrong at this point, jumps in and asks about the beginning of the song. Again, super puzzled, the director says no because, again, the answer is always more tuba.

At this point the low brass section leader, a trombone player who is just about the sweetest, nicest guy jumps in a points out, rightly, that tubas are really hard to hear because low in general is hard to hear and so long as we’re not overpowering the band (which three tubas cannot do!), we’re fine. And I point out, again, that the band has to be able to hear. Us. They have to. We are the anchor for intonation and tempo. We are the heartbeat of the band. Every tuba player knows this except for this fucking guy.

Grumbling to himself, the guy gets up and leaves the room for a minute and the rest of us continue on to the next song. When we’re about halfway through song when he comes back in, packs up his stuff and leaves. Don’t dish it if you can’t take it, buddy.

The most infuriating thing was ta break when we learned from the director that this guy had complained to him a couple times about our dynamics and the director had told him multiple times that he didn’t think it was a problem. And yet, despite knowing this, this guy continued to harass me and my mom about our dynamics. I hope he doesn’t come back, but he took his music so he probably will.

But for tonight the win goes to me.

#ongoings #band #the answer is always more tuba

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