Section I, Next Section
From the Author: My goal with this story is to try to faithfully follow the original plot line and chapter separations. I am starting with this goal. I know that eventually I may be forced to add or subtract a scene or dialogue, but I will still strive to stay close to the original. The original characters will be slightly blended with people I know and love. I will occasionally use some marching band lingo. It should be easy to follow, but I will leave a few notes if necessary. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at fan fiction.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that the band room is the true heart of any public high school.
However familiar anyone may be with high schools in general, when walking the halls of a building a visitor is inexplicably lured through the crushing masses by the harmony and trills of melody and down the back hallway to the band room.
The band room of Hertfordshire High is an open dark red space lined with cabinets the stand half open overflowing with instruments and personal belongings. No one would like to even think about the number of spit valves that have been emptied onto the floor or hazard a guess when the drinking fountain was last cleaned by the custodians. Despite this humble atmosphere, one hundred and thirty-two students will call this room their home for the next year.
A small room, really the size of a closet, is hidden in the back corner. This room is the director's office, but it also doubles as a conference room and psychiatry office. It is here that the story begins.
"Mr. Bennet!" a shrill voice called out. "Have you heard the news?"
Mr. Bennet, the director of the Hertfordshire Band, swiveled in his chair to see the owner of voice framed in the doorway. Connie Garrett plopped down on the couch against the wall and proceeded to talk without stopping for air.
"Bennet, have you heard the news? Several students from Netherfield High are transferring here this year!" Connie quickly took in a large tank of air and continued on. "I just heard the news from Mr. Rushworth up in the main office. Isn't that exciting!"
Bennet nodded and Connie took this as a sign to continue with her narration.
" Don't you want to know who they are and what they play?"
"You want to tell me, Connie, so go on," Bennet said laughingly to his guard instructor.
"Well here's the deal. Mr. Rushworth said that there are five news students. One sax player, one flute player, two percussionists, and a kick butt trumpet player."
"What is the sax player's name?"
"Charlie Bing."
"Didn't he make All-State last year?"
"Yes, and he was only a sophomore. So talented and a hottie too! The girls are going to be thrilled!"
"Girls? What girls and what can it possibly have to do with them?" Bennet asked with a disturbed frown.
"Bob. You must know that I love to play matchmaker within the band! Now I have someone new to hook up with my favorite female band members! I can hardly wait."
"You really think that the sax player and the rest are transferring here to improve their love lives?" Bennet questioned incredulously.
"No. Of course not. However, I may help a few of them hook up. Will you let me know when they arrive?"
"I will make sure that you get introduced to your prey, but be careful, Connie. Teenagers are sensitive and volatile. I don't want to have any relationship catastrophes disrupting the season."
"Have no fear, Bennet! I'll be careful," Connie assured him and then she swept out of the office."
Bob Bennet leaned back in his chair and bridged his fingers together. Bennet was a good man and an excellent teacher. He truly cared for his students and he didn't want to see any of them hurt especially by the plans and schemes of his guard instructor. Bennet liked Connie and respected her skill working with the flag and rifle lines. However, she could be ridiculously silly and relentlessly persistent when she wanted to accomplish something. He would have to keep his eye on her matchmaking schemes. It was already shaping up to be an interesting marching season.
Bennet scanned the faces and was not surprised that the group was comprised of Connie's five favorite girls. Lydia Trent and Kitty Flint were incoming freshmen flag girls and too silly and insipid for Bob Bennet's taste. Mary Todd was a studious sophomore clarinetist that had little time for members of the opposite sex. It seemed that Connie was determined to transform Mary's desired for books to desire for boys. The last two girls were juniors, best friends, and favorites of Mr. Bennet as well. Jane Wilson was gentle and almost too nice. Jane was his clarinet section leader for this fall. Bennet finally looked at Lizzy James who greeted him with a saucy smirk. Lizzy was his Horn section leader and probably his favorite female student. Lizzy was intelligent, funny, and enthusiastic. Bennet had plans for Lizzy for her senior year.
Bennet was disrupted from his thoughts when Connie saw him and called out a loud hello. Bennet turned to face the group feeling very alone as the only male in the room.
"Bob, have you met Charlie Bing yet? I was just telling the girls about him." Connie called out across the room.
Connie had successfully trapped Bennet and he had no choice but to answer.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, Charlie stopped by this morning and we had a pleasant conversation."
"Well..." Connie drew out.
"He seemed talented and articulate."
"Bennet! Is he single?" Connie queried impatiently.
Lydia and Kitty leaned forward eagerly for his answer. Mary rolled her eyes in disgust. Lizzy and Jane merely smiled sympathetically at him. As juniors they were used to the matchmaking of the guard instructor.
"Yes, Connie, Charlie Bing is single. Now you can commence your plotting. God, save the poor boy!" Bennet was forced to retreat to his office as Connie cheered and Lydia and Kitty returned to their shrieking. Bob Bennet sighed deeply as the door closed behind him.
Monday morning dawned sunny and bright. Cars raced into the parking lot, coolers were pulled into the back hallway, and neglected instruments were removed from battered cases. Sunscreen was applied, photos passed around, and music slipped into drill books. A marching band is a closely-knit community and can really be considered a type of family that calls for cooperation, communication, and loving acceptance. However, this closeness can cause problems when everyone knows everything. Hence B-106 was the site for many reunion hugs and chilly rivalry glares after the summer apart. Finally, at five to eight the band room emptied and moved outside to the field that would be their home for the next three months. Marching season had arrived.
Bennet called the band out onto the field and gave his traditional welcome back speech. Then he had Bill Lucas, the drum major, lead them in stretches. Everyone was performing the trunk stretch when Bill suddenly stopped. All one hundred and twenty-eight heads turned to follow his gaze. There stood the eagerly anticipated transfer students from Netherfield. Bill Lucas rushed forward to welcome the group. A blond, blue-eyed young man with a huge grin shook Bill's hand and declared that he was happy to be here. Bennet was forced to stop the rehearsal and strode out to make the introductions.
"Listen Up. This is Charlie Bing, alto sax section leader. This is Carol Bing, flute section leader. Heath Hurst and Heather Bing, percussionists. Will Darcy, trumpet section leader. They are all transfers from Netherfield High. Introduce yourselves and make them feel welcome. Take a quick water break and meet back here in five to start basics." Bennet turned and everyone hurried towards the sidelines.
Now band members can get really close, but every group still has its cliques and social stratification. Normally, these divisions depend on what instrument you play. The theory is that every section has its own distinctive personality type. As the water break began, these social groups became strikingly evident. The guard girls gathered near the end zone and loud giggling came from the group as they checked out guys to flirt with and basically had girl talk. Next to but not included with the guard came the flutes scattered by the twenty-yard line. Flutes are feminine, moody, enjoy gossiping, and hold grudges like you wouldn't believe. Then around the thirty yard line came the clarinets. Clarinets are a mixture. They are intellectuals, but they have tendencies to act sort of strange and a hidden aggression. Next come the Saxes. They were generally nice, but with a weird sense of humor and a love for the ridiculous. The fifty-yard line is the domain of the Horns. Horns are smart and witty, but they are also emotional and tend to over analyze things. The Low Brass bonded near the other forty-yard line. Low Brass players are laid back, but they love to plan practical jokes to play on the flutes and the guard. Then come the trumpets. Trumpets are proud and arrogant. You are nothing if you are not a trumpet. Finally, the drum line hangs out in the other end zone. Drummers can simply not be explained they just are. So basically the field is divided in half between the woodwinds and the brass. The Horns can be considered part of both groups and the guards and the drum line are separate groups at the extreme ends of the spectrum.
Being best friends Lizzy and Jane met by the water cooler to discuss the newcomers. Jane, who liked everyone, said, "They all look very nice. Perhaps shy to be new to the band, but nice."
Lizzy wasn't sure that she agreed with Jane's optimistic attitude, but she had to admit that the Charlie Bing was a good-looking guy in a little boy sort of way.
"I think that the two percussionist, Heath and Heather, are a couple." Jane's comment brought Lizzy's focus back to the conversation.
"I think so too." Lizzy replied as she looked over and saw the two of them holding hands. "Personally, I thought that Carol, the new flute section leader, seemed pretty stuck up and not very happy to be here."
"Lizzy!" Jane yelped. "Give her a chance. I'll bet that she is just shy and nervous about meeting knew people."
"You think that if it makes you happy. I promise to try to make friends with her."
"Thank you, Lizzy."
"What do you think of the tall trumpet player? I heard that he and Charlie are best friends and that he is an awesome musician!"
Lizzy slid her eyes in Will Darcy's direction. He was tall with dark curly hair and chocolate brown eyes. Lizzy sighed in resignation. "I must admit that he is handsome, but he would be much better looking IF he wasn't a trumpet player."
Jane laughed and they both returned to the center of the field. They were surprised to find a smiling blond guy standing beside them.
"Hello. I'm Charlie and you are Jane and Lizzy. I have heard so much about you from Mr. Bennet and Connie. I am very happy to meet you."
Jane looked up and met Charlie's happy blue eyes and was shocked to find that she didn't have the breath to reply.
Lizzy came to the rescue. "It is very nice to meet you Charlie." A shadow blocked the sunlight and Lizzy saw Will Darcy standing behind Charlie's shoulder looking mad or disgusted about something. Lizzy turned back to Jane and Charlie, but they were oblivious to her existence. Lizzy glanced back at Will once more and their eyes met and held. Lizzy gave a little smile, but Will quickly looked away. "Fine, if that's how you want it to be," Lizzy thought as the band lined up.
Bennet commanded the band to get into a basic block and began to take them through the basic commands. The going was slow because of the new freshmen. After introducing the commands of "Band Ten Hut", "Horns Up", and "Mark Time". Mr. Bennet instructed the section leaders to pair up and take a small group to practice the commands together.
Before Mr. Bennet had even finished speaking Charlie turned to Jane and asked if he could be her partner. Jane smiled shyly and agreed. Lizzy was happy for Jane, but now she didn't have a partner.
Jane remembered Lizzy after a second and turned back apologetically. Charlie realized that by pairing up with Jane he had left Lizzy alone. Charlie felt awful and almost gave up his chance to be with Jane. Luckily, he had an idea.
"Will!" Charlie called as he jogged over to his friend. "Whom are you going to pair up with?"
"Probably Carol," Will mumbled. He wasn't thrilled with the prospect, but it had to be better than the alternative of being with someone he didn't know.
"Will, do me a favor and ask the Horn section leader over there to be your partner. Please!" Charlie begged.
"Which one do you mean?" Will peered through the crowd trying to see whom Charlie was referring to.
"The brunette in the green tank top," Charlie pointed. "She's really cute and friendly."
Will glanced her way and sneered. "She's average looking, but not pretty or talented enough to tempt me."
Charlie's mouth dropped open in shock.
"Bing, haven't you noticed that we are surrounded by people who have no talent, no training, and no real work ethic. This band is nothing like the one at Netherfield. I just hope that I don't go insane!" The volume of Will's voice was rising with his anger.
"But, Will, they are really nice and they take the time to enjoy what they are doing. Please, ask her to be you partner! She really is very cute and funny!" Charlie pleaded.
"Bing, for the last time. Your partner is the only remotely attractive girl on the field!" Will yelled. "I am not going to pair up with some second rate Horn player so you can make cow eyes at her best friend! Give up and go away."
Charlie turned away from his friend dejectedly and rejoined Jane. Will felt a twinge of remorse, but he pushed it aside and went to find Carol. Will turned and found he was face to face with the horn section leader. It was obvious to Will that she had heard the conversation between him and Charlie considering the volume that Will's voice had reached. Will paused for a second and considered apologizing, but he didn't know what to say.
Lizzy hadn't been eavesdropping, but she would have had to be deaf not to hear Will's comments. She was furious at first, but she calmed down quickly enough to find humor in the situation and the snobby male in front of her. Lizzy stared right back at Will Darcy and then gave him a cheeky grin and rushed past him to pair up with Carrie Lyons, the guard captain.
Will followed her with his gaze and felt a twinge of pain when the girls began laughing and glanced directly at him. Will shook his head slightly and felt Carol come and grab his arm to pull him away. Will couldn't stop himself from looking back over his shoulder for a quick glance at the horn section leader.
Connie had watched the whole scene from the podium and was distressed. She was happy that her plans for Jane and Charlie had worked out, but even she thought that Will Darcy was an arrogant jerk. See, if she would waste her time and her creative plotting genius trying to set him up again.
At the end of the day, Bob Bennet gratefully shut his door. He popped open a Coke and relaxed in the splendor of his air-conditioned office. Overall, he was pleased with the progress that the band had made today. Everyone was working hard, the freshmen were catching on, and there hadn't been a major crisis yet. "Yup. Pretty good for the first day," he thought. His solitary revelry was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come on in."
"Bennet! I am so glad that you are still here. Charles Bing is such a sweetie! Why weren't there guys like that when I was in high school?" Connie cooed.
"Connie! Stop! No more of this nonsense!"
"However, Will Darcy is the biggest jerk on the planet! Can't we get rid of him? How can he be Charlie's best friend?"
"Connie! I said stop!"
"He hurt Lizzy's feelings you know."
"Hurt Lizzy's feelings? What do you mean?"
"I knew that would get your attention. He openly insulted her and refused to be her partner, but never fear I will find someone else deserving of her!"
"Connie? Is Lizzy still here?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, go see and if she is still here tell her that I need to see her!" Bennet commanded.
Connie knew better than to disobey when he used that tone of voice, so she flounced out of the room in search of Lizzy James.
"Lizzy. Bennet would like to talk to you," Connie called out.
Lizzy came and Connie followed her into the office.
"Did Will Darcy's comments hurt your feelings?" Bennet asked the girl.
"Well, maybe a little at first, but I am fine," Lizzy replied with a smile.
"I am so sorry Lizzy. I had hoped the two of you would hook up..." Connie apologized.
Lizzy quickly interrupted Connie and said forcefully, "I believe I may promise never to hook up with Will Darcy!"
Lizzy and Jane grabbed their water bottles and drill books and hurried out to the student lot. Lizzy opened the trunk of her '87 Chevy station wagon, which she affectionately called "Old Blue", and both girls piled inside. Lizzy tuned into the oldies station and drove out of the lot singing along with the Beach Boys.
"Lizzy, do you want to stop at Pibbyn's?" Jane asked over the music.
"Sure. Some mint chocolate chip ice cream sounds delicious."
Lizzy turned left at the light and Jane joined Lizzy and Elvis as they sang about blue suede shoes. It took about five minute to reach Pibbyn's, the local hamburger hangout. Jane and Lizzy got their cones and settled at a back table. Lizzy was shocked when Jane opened the conversation with a question.
"Lizzy, what did you think of Charlie?"
"I thought he seemed like a very friendly and pleasant guy? Why? Do you like him?" Lizzy asked even though the answer was clearly written on her best friend's face.
"I do like him. It's nothing serious...yet. I have never met a guy who was just so genuine and open."
"Well, he likes you back, so I give you permission to like him." Lizzy teased.
"Do you really think he liked me? Maybe he was just trying to be friendly."
"Jane. Trust me. He likes you big time and who wouldn't? You are beautiful and kind."
"Thanks, Lizzy. I just don't want to get hurt."
"If he hurts you, I'll take him out. You can count on me."
"His sisters seem nice, too. I hope we can be friends."
"I hope so too, Jane," Lizzy said, but she knew that was wishful thinking. "Hurry and finish your ice cream. I need to get home to start the salad for dinner."
"Girls! I am so happy to see all of you!" she gushed. "How did you like Charlie Bing, Jane?"
Jane turned bright red, but she didn't answer.
"Well, that was a colorful response!" Connie laughed.
Jane blushed even deeper.
"Oh, Lizzy. I just wanted to remind you not to take anything Will Darcy says to heart," Connie advised.
"Thanks for you concern, Miss. Garrett, but I have already decided to do my best to ignore him."
"His comments were really out of line," Carrie put in. "He sure isn't worried about making friends here."
"He thinks he is too good for our band," Lizzy related.
"Well, he is pretty talented and awfully good-looking," commented Carrie, "but he still shouldn't have been rude to you."
Mary raised her eyes from her book and added her input. "Will Darcy's crime is pride and thinking too highly of himself. However, he is not the first person to display this failing."
Lizzy pondered this point as she picked up her horn and water and headed out to the field.
Carrie pulled out her low-fat yogurt and stated the obvious. "Jane seems very happy with Bing. I am quite jealous considering I have never had a boyfriend. Do you think it will last?"
"I sure hope so."
"Lizzy, does she really like him?"
"Yes, I believe that she does."
"Well, she doesn't really show it."
"Carrie, you know how shy Jane is and she is afraid to go too fast in case she gets hurt."
"Well, my advice is to go after him and get him now instead of waiting. That's what I would do."
"That strategy may work for you, Carrie, but I can't see Jane acting like that. She just doesn't have the confidence to carry it off."
"Well, then we just have to hope that Charlie will take action. You know I noticed that Will Darcy has been looking at you a lot today Lizzy."
"Really, I don't know he plans to accomplish unless he wants to intimidate me or make me nervous around him. I wish he would just leave me alone after yesterday." Lizzy felt someone's eyes on her and sure enough she turned to see Will studying her. He was across the field eating with Heath, Heather, and Carol. Lizzy realized that she was staring back and quickly broke off the eye contact, wrapped up her paper bag, and leaned back in the grass to take a power nap to banish the image of Will Darcy from her head.
About thirty minutes later, Bennet and Bill called them back to the field. Lizzy stood up brushed off her shorts, trashed her lunch bag, and headed toward the field. There she stood next to Jon Webb, the low brass section leader, and they began to discuss the coming season and issues within their sections. Lizzy was laughing at a story Jon had shared about one of his freshmen when she felt the presence of a person behind her. She turned and almost ran into the chest of Will Darcy. He towered over her and she had to tilt her head far back to meet his eyes. Lizzy was angry to find that Will had been listening to her conversation with Jon. She gleefully decided to ask him what he thought of Jon's story so he would know that she had noticed his eavesdropping. Will mumbled an incomprehensible reply to her question and strode off. Lizzy watched and wondered what Will Darcy was up to.
Bill led this basic session. He reviewed "Mark Time" and the freshmen learned how to take an 8 to five marching step. Then Bill told them to split up like yesterday to practice. Lizzy looked for Carrie to partner up with, but Carrie was over talking to Connie about the flag work for the show. Lizzy was alone again.
Meanwhile, Bill cornered Will and struck up a conversation. "We are glad to have you here this year. I think the freshmen are doing well, don't you?"
"Yes, but anybody can learn to march," Will growled.
That wasn't quite the response that Bill had expected. Will didn't seem to be fitting in very well and it was Bill's job as drum major to try and help make the band run smoothly. Bill decided that he would help introduce Will to some people. It was at this moment that Lizzy walked past. Bill was struck with a wonderful idea! Lizzy was cute, friendly, and single. Surely, she could help Will begin to fit in.
"Lizzy," Bill called out. "Do you have partner yet?"
Lizzy turned around and smiled at Bill. Bill motioned for her to come over. Lizzy was nervous about approaching, but she took a deep breath and approached the two guys.
"Will, Lizzy here would make a great partner for you. She is extremely patient and talented."
"Excuse me, but I didn't come over here to beg for a partner. I can manage very well on my own," Lizzy huffed.
"I know that Lizzy, but Will has no objection to the two of you working together so why should you mind?" Bill asked.
Will faced the girl before him and quietly asked, "Would you please be my partner, Lizzy?"
"No, thank you Mr. Darcy. I prefer to work alone today." She happily studied the expression of shock on Will's face and responded by smirking, raising her right eyebrow and walking away to start working with her group.
Both guys stared after her and eventually Bill moved off to another task. Darcy remained where he was and observed Lizzy as she skillfully instructed her group. He couldn't deny that there was something intriguing about her green-gray eyes and the way her dark curls bounced as she walked jauntily away. She was slender and the slight lift of her eyebrow had a peculiar effect on him. He had been wrong yesterday when he had hastily labeled her average. There was nothing average about Lizzy James. Of that fact, he was now sure.
Will's thoughts were disrupted by the arrival of Carol. She clung to his arm and tried to claim his attention for herself. She struggled in vain. Finally, her high-pitched voice managed to penetrate Darcy's meditation.
"I bet I can guess what you are thinking, Will."
"I wouldn't count on that."
"You are thinking what a mistake it was to transfer to here and dreading the coming season."
"Nope. I was having happier thoughts. I was trying to decide if eyes could truly be green-gray."
"Can I ask what person has the eyes that inspired this question?" Carol asked in her attempt at a sexy voice.
"Lizzy James," Will stated simply.
"Lizzy James," Carol gulped. "I am quite surprised! Let me know when you decide to ask her out, will you?" Carol left Will with a laugh.
Will returned to his previous contemplation of the horn section leader.
Bennet and Bill Lucas were rotating between the sections as they memorized the opener. They would occasionally sing a rhythm or check an intonation problem, but mainly they just listened. Carol had the flutes sitting in a circle beneath a tree. The Horns were on the field by the scaffolding. Charlie and his Saxes were sprawled across the bleachers directly across from Jane and the clarinets who were leaning against the wall of the school. The Low Brass had commandeered the benches in the dugout. The drum line was in the band room rehearsing with the pit and the guard was breaking their work into sets in the gym. Everyone was practicing and enjoying the break from standing at attention, except for the trumpets. Will Darcy had his section tracking up and down the field playing the opener. Will roamed around fixing horn angles, correcting postures, and shouting the count into the ears of unfortunate freshmen. The sun beat down, the sweat poured, and several guys felt like they were going to pass out. Will Darcy demanded perfection and he would drill these guys until he got it. His section knew that Will knew what he was talking about, but couldn't he give them a quick water break.
Lizzy was observing the scene from near the scaffolding and couldn't believe that Darcy refused to give his section a break. Lizzy demanded hard work from her section, but she also knew the value of enjoying the work you were doing. Lizzy didn't think the trumpet section was enjoying band or having friendly thoughts toward their section leader right now. The lines of trumpets gleamed in the sun as the ranks completed a sharp left flank. Lizzy admitted that their lines were straight and that the roll step was improved, but surely this military approach wasn't necessary. Bennet relieved Lizzy's thoughts when he called lunch break for the entire band and Darcy was forced to end his torture.
The band settled into groups or drove off to enjoy their lunch hour. Charlie was immediately by Jane's side and he led he off to the bleachers. Jane sent an apologetic smile to Lizzy over shoulder. Lizzy sat beneath her usual tree and Carrie joined her. The field was quiet as everyone ate lunch in peace. Suddenly, the back doors to the locker room were thrown open and the Hertfordshire Football Team jogged out and began running laps on the track. Female freshman eyes were automatically drawn towards the guys in their helmets and pads. Lydia and Kitty were fascinated at the way the red practice uniforms stretched across the pad enhanced shoulders of the football players. They stared as if in a trance. They began to scan the guys and pick out their favorite players.
In the shade, Lizzy heard the names of Forster, Carter, Denny, and Sanderson between the giggles and admiring sighs. Lizzy shook her sadly. Returning band girls knew not to bother with the football players. Never in the history of Hertfordshire High had a football player steadily dated a band girl. It was a social taboo. A football player might enjoy the devotion and admiration of a band girl, but they would abandon her quickly when a new conquest came along. Similarly, cheerleaders were off limits for band guys. That's just the way things were. Lizzy looked at Lydia and Kitty as they gushed over the football players. She hoped the girls would be careful. Broken hearts were not easy to fix. Lizzy continued to watch the two girls and a shadow of unease settled over her.
On Friday afternoon, Bennet stopped rehearsal right at four, outlined the rules for the evening, and then released the band. A frisbee was immediately found to begin the traditional ulimate frisbee match. Lydia, Kitty, Carrie, and some of the other girls decided to watch as fans and Carol declared herself Will's personal cheerleader. Mary grabbed her book and sat beneath Lizzy's favorite tree until the madness ended. Will's mouth dropped open in shock when Lizzy and Jane joined the guys on the field. He was going to make a comment about the game being a little too rough for females when Charlie came over and welcomed the girls warmly.
"Hello ladies!" Charlie beamed "Are you going to join our game?"
"Well, it is tradition," Lizzy insisted.
"I am very happy to have two such beautiful team mates."
Jon Webb began calling everyone together and organizing the game. "Since the group is so large we will have to play shirts and skins. Lizzy and Jane, come on over to the shirts side and then I will divide up the rest of the guys!" Jon yelled. Charlie and Jon were on the same team as Lizzy and Jane, but Will was on the opposing team. As the teams lined up, Lizzy felt a pair of eyes on her again. "Hasn't he given up on intimidating me yet?" Lizzy wondered. She faced him with a glare and was shocked by the sight of Will without his shirt. He was a jerk, but an extremely attractive jerk. Unlike the stark white bodies of the other guys, he was tan and fit. Will returned Lizzy's steady appraising glance with one of his own. Lizzy regained her composure, took a deep breath, and focused on the game. Lizzy loved ultimate frisbee and she played aggressively. At first, the guys were cautious and gentle especially with Jane, but eventually they acknowledged that the girls were equal competitors. Charlie frequently passed to Jane and enjoyed having her on his team and helping her up when she fell. Will was completely fascinated with the determination that was displayed on Lizzy's face. He challenged by her intensity and soon found that he was swept up in the game and playing his heart out.
The girl's team was making a final drive to win the game. Lizzy completed a short toss to Jon. Jon passed it to Charlie along the sideline. Charlie scanned the endzone and found Jane standing wide open. The Frisbee went sailing over the heads of the other team. Unfortunately, the wind caught the Frisbee and pulled to the right. Jane dove and managed to catch the pass, but she hit the ground hard. Cheers broke out and everyone began celebrating. Jon swept Lizzy up into a bear hug. He was spinning her around when she notice that Jane hadn't gotten up yet. She pushed away and sprinted over to where her friend was lying on the ground. Charlie beat her.
"Jane, are you okay?" Charlie asked.
"I think that I twisted my knee," Jane winced.
Will and Lizzy arrived in time to hear the Jane had injured herself.
"Carol!" Will yelled. "Go get some ice for Jane!" Will ordered.
Carol leaped to her feet and responded to Will's order.
"Your knee looks a little puffy. Are you going to be okay?" Lizzy asked anxiously.
"I'll be fine, but Bennet isn't going to be happy. In fact, he will probably outlaw Frisbee for the rest of the season. He is always afraid that someone will get hurt and not be able to march. Well, I have managed to prove him correct," Jane said self-depricatingly.
"Let's get you inside, so you can ice and elevate that knee," Charlie advised as he swept Jane up in his arms. "Lizzy. Will. Can you grab our stuff? Thanks."
Lizzy picked up all of the stuff that she could possibly carry and rushed away from Will Darcy. Will sighed, pulled on his shirt, grabbed the few things Lizzy had left, and strode toward the school.
Carol strutted up to Will and leaned her head on his shoulder. Will had to struggle to hide his shudder of revulsion. Caroline was surprised that Will didn't move away from her and she used this as encourage to break into a bitter diatribe on the subject of Lizzy James.
"Well, I supposed that we must admit that Lizzy James is a good Frisbee player, but did she really need to insist on playing with you guys?" She looked almost wild! She was sweating, sunburned, mud streaked, and her hair was everywhere!" Carol described spitefully.
Charlie heard his sister comment and jumped into defend his new friend. "I was happy that she played and I didn't even notice how she looked." Jane smiled her thanks at him.
"That's because you were too busy mooning over her friend," Carol mumbled under her breath. "You noticed how she looked, didn't you, Will?"
"Yes. I did," Will replied.
"You wouldn't want your sister Georgie to act like such a tomboy, would you?"
"No, probably not. However, I think there is little chance that Georgie would agree to play any game at all."
"So, Will, are you still fascinated by Lizzy James's eyes?" Carol sneered.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. I had decided that they were gray, but the exercise increased the green flecks and so now I am still undecided. They are quite beautiful though," Will said with a straight face. He knew that his comment would finally get Carol to shut up and it worked like a charm.
They all sat back to wait for the pizza to be delivered. Carol thought evil thoughts about Lizzy James. Charlie thought about Jane. Jane thought about Charlie. Will thought about Lizzy and how cute she had looked with her multiple tan lines and a small muddy streak on the tip of her nose. He had even been tempted to walk over and rub it away. Everyone was content except for Carol.
Charlie finally left Jane when the pizzas were delivered and then he quickly returned to her bearing pizza and sodas. Carol practically sat in Will's lap and Lizzy returned to curl up on the counter behind her friend with several slices of pizza that were absolutely smothered in toppings. Lizzy took a huge bite off the first piece and made a happy sound of absolute contentment.
"Enjoying your pizza, Lizzy?" Charlie asked with a friendly smile.
Lizzy licked off her finger tips and smiled sheepishly. "Yes, I am Charlie. This pizza is perfect!"
"Personally, I am a plain cheese man," Bing replied.
"Charlie, pizza needs toppings besides cheese," Carol scolded. "You don't have to cover it beyond recognition like Lizzy over there, but variety is good for you. For instance, you could add a little pepperoni or green pepper for a little added spice!"
Will shook his head slightly in disbelief that Carol considered herself a "pizza expert".
"Will, what do you think the perfect pizza consists of?" Carol demanded.
In reply, Will lifted his slice that was absolutely smothered in toppings. He winked smugly at Lizzy and she glared right back suppressed her urge to slap his face.
"Mr. Bing! What do you think you are doing?" Connie shouted.
Charlie was so startled that he almost dropped Jane.
"That's it! Put Jane down immediately!" Connie ordered.
Charlie blushed and tried to apologize. "I was just trying to take her to the commons so she could join in the fun."
"I appreciate that Charlie, but Jane shouldn't be moved because of her knee. You wouldn't want her to be unable to march this fall? Would you?"
"Of course not. Ms. Garrett."
"Just call me Connie, Charlie. Everyone does. I do appreciate you politeness though. How are you enjoying the band so far?"
"I love it here. Everyone is so friendly and open." Charlie looked shyly at Jane. Connie noticed this look and was proud that she had successfully matched this pair. "I really don't miss Netherfield at all."
"You don't, Bing? You don't find the rehearsal demands to be too easy or grow frustrated with the inexperienced members of you section. This is a very different program from Netherfield. Remember that Netherfield was an audition only band and could pick and chose who joined based on talent and sheer desire," Will stated.
Carol quickly supported Will. "Yes, Netherfield only accepted the best. The music, drill, and instruction staff were superb. Quite different from here where students are responsible for running sections. Netherfield also has the classiest black uniforms." Carol sighed at her memory of Will in his band uniform. He looked handsome and dashing despite the dorky band hat and pants with suspenders.
"The band here is better than Netherfield's no matter what you may say about it!" Connie snapped. "We may not have placed first in the state the last three years, but we work hard and do well. Besides we don't have the exorbitant resources that some bands have and our students are responsible enough to be trusted with leadership roles. Finally, we believe that there are things more important than winning."
The girls were all embarrassed by the behavior of their guard instructor. They all loved Connie, but sometimes she was out of line. Something had to be done before Connie started taking swings at Will.
"Connie! I believe that you misunderstood Will's meaning," Lizzy interjected and shot the guard instructor her best back off look.
"Did I? He seems to think that he is too good for our band. Maybe he should transfer back to Netherfield!"
Lydia interrupted with an unexpected, very welcome question. "Charlie, did you know that homecoming is two weeks from tomorrow? You must come! Everyone will be disappointed and hurt if the new students don't show up," Lydia whined.
Charlie smiled gratefully at the freshman and answered her plea. "I will certainly come to the dance."
The conversation now safely revolved around the upcoming Homecoming game and dance. Will returned to the cabinet he had been leaning on and Connie stormed into the guard room and let the door bang shut behind her.
Lizzy grabbed a chair and Charlie settled her into it. The rest of the group gathered around her, but Lizzy made sure that she was as far from Will as possible. Lizzy looked over and saw Kitty and Lydia dancing like wild women to Madonna. Mary was curled up next to the pop machine with yet another book. Lizzy heard Will sigh, probably in frustration to be hanging out here with people. Charlie dealt for a game of Gin Rummy. They had played several hands when the harsh beeping noise of a pager. Will grabbed it from his belt and checked the number.
"Please excuse me." Will pushed away from the table and began to walk toward the pay phone.
"Will, who was it?" Carol called out loudly.
"It was Georgie."
"Will, do you recognize my number that quickly?" Carol questioned.
"Yes, but only because your brother is my best friend."
Carol turned back to the group and explained that Georgie was Will's little sister. Carol praised Georgie's talent on the piano and stressed how close the siblings were to each other. Luckily, Will returned shortly.
"Was anything wrong?" Charlie asked cautiously.
"No. She just had a simple question. Let's continue the game."
Carol proceeded to gush over Will. "Will, you are always so calm and collected. Nothing ever ruffles you and you deal with problems so effectively. Charlie is always unorganized and can never decide what to do. He is lucky to have you as his best friend because you help him out so much."
"Surely, Charlie can take care of himself?" Lizzy stated. "He is after all just as old and experienced as Will."
"Carol is right Lizzy. I do depend on Will for help and advice. I would be lost without him," Charles confessed.
Lizzy sat there in disbelief. "You do whatever he tells you to do, Charlie?" Lizzy gestured disgustedly at Will. "Why do you listen to him?"
"Because he is my best friends and besides if I ever argued with him he would kick my butt!" Charlie laughed at his own joke.
"It sure sounds like an unfair friendship to me. What right do you have to decide what's right for Charlie?" Lizzy challenged Will directly. "Do you just enjoy bossing everyone around?"
Carol came to the rescue this time and asked Will to dance. He only agreed to distance himself from Lizzy. She was yelling and ranting at him and he just sat there and admired the sharp glint of light that flashed in her eyes when she was angry. He was going insane. Carol clung tightly to him and he resolved to make this his only dance of the evening. Will watched intently as Charlie danced with Lizzy and waited to make his escape.
When their dance was over, Will grabbed a soda and leaned against the brick wall. Carol stood next to him and tracked his line of vision over to where Lizzy was dancing with Jon Webb to a swing tune. Carol was annoyed that Will had dared to ignore her all day in favor of Lizzy James. She had been patient long enough and now it was time to blow her top!
"I know that you and Lizzy will make a wonderful couple," Carol began abruptly. Will glance at her with a question in her eyes. You might want to instruct her in some personal care and fashion because she will never fit in with our old Netherfield friends. A muzzle might also be a wise investment to shut her up. But whatever you do, don't change her eyes. I mean why mess with perfection!" Carol finished sarcastically and waited eagerly for Will's angry reply.
Will thwarted her though and assented calmly, "You are right, Carol. Her eyed are perfect!"
Carol stomped off furious that she had not succeeded in making Will dislike Lizzy James. She would need a new plan to win Will Darcy back!
Will berated himself for upsetting Carol, but why didn't she get a clue? He just wasn't interested. Besides, there is nothing more unattractive than a desperate female. Carol should take lessons from Lizzy on how to play hard to get!
Lizzy had just toed off her Nikes when she heard Carol calling to her.
"Lizzy, will you please come play over her by me?" Carol asked sweetly.
Lizzy couldn't think of a kind way to refuse so she joined Carol. Her mind was busy however trying to figure out what Carol was up to.
Carol's new strategy was to use Lizzy as a lure to get Will to pay attention to her. Lizzy quickly caught on to Carol's plan when Carol proceeded to call out to Will who was leaning against the wall again.
"Will," Carol crooned, "come and join us!"
"That would spoil your plan," Will taunted.
"What do you mean?" Carol asked flirtatiously.
"Carol, I think we should just leave Will alone," Lizzy suggested.
"No. I demand to know what you meant, Will," Carol insisted.
"I can check both of you out much better from over here!" Will replied smugly.
Carol's mouth dropped open in simulated and over exaggerated shock. "How should we punish him, Lizzy?"
"Oh, that's easy!" Lizzy laughed. "We simply tease and laugh at him. Surely, you know his weaknesses!"
"Laugh at Will? He is perfect!" Carol asserted.
"Perfect?" Lizzy said with a lifted right eyebrow.
"No one is perfect, but I do try to avoid common flaws," Will said defensively.
"Flaws like being stuck up and arrogant, perhaps?"
"Yes. I hate snobs, but confidence and pride are hardly flaws. I prefer to view them as strengths. My biggest character flaw is probably my temper. Once you lose my good opinion it is lost forever."
"That is a huge flaw, but I cannot laugh or joked about it," Lizzy said seriously.
"Every person has flaws."
"Your flaw is to dislike everyone!" Lizzy accused.
"And yours is to judge people before you really know them!" Will retorted sharply.
Carol was frustrated that Lizzy James had once again managed to steal Will's attention. Carol ended the argument by observing, "Oh, Look. The game is beginning."
Lizzy vented her frustration with Will Darcy on her neighbors. She did quite well until Jon Webb pulled her over. Will watched the feisty brunette with fascination.
Lizzy turned the key in Old Blue's ignition, cranked up the radio, and swung out of her parking spot. The lock-in had finally wrapped up around 9:00 and then the clean up had begun. The clock on the radio now read 10:30 and Lizzy was anxious to get home and sleep the afternoon away. Band Camp was officially over and she was anxious to begin the new school year and establish a regular routine. Reflecting back on the week, Lizzy was pleased with the progress that the band had made and was excited for the coming season. In fact, things would have been perfect if a certain arrogant trumpet player had stayed out of her way. Lizzy was pleased that Charlie was interested in Jane, but she would have happily sent the other Netherfield transfers back where they belonged. However, she was a section leader and that position meant that she was responsible for promoting band unity. She resolved to try to be pleasant to the new band members, but the image of Will Darcy's smug smirk and saucy wink dominated her thoughts. This irritated Lizzy and she became determined to banish him from her thoughts completely.
Will Darcy was also relieved that the lock-in was over. Will flipped on his turn signal and turned the volume up as one of his favorite oldies came on. The song helped banish the gloomy mood he had been in. Will sighed deeply. He had spent enough time and energy on the band this week. He wanted distance from one individual in particular. He was intrigued and attracted by Lizzy James. He knew that Carol already suspected that he liked Lizzy. He would have to be very careful to conceal his feelings. Carol hated Lizzy. That was obvious even to Will. Carol could easily tease and torment both himself and Lizzy and she wouldn't hesitate to do it. Will resolved to avoid the horn section leader as much as possible.
Connie Garrett left the lock-in disappointed. She had only successfully matched Jane and Charlie. Her four other favorites still didn't have boyfriends. Her grand plans for Lizzy and Will Darcy had flopped, but she couldn't blame Lizzy for that mishap. Even Jane and Charlie weren't moving along quickly enough to please her. This state of events was intolerable to Connie and she vowed to work her tail off to fix it. Connie was determined that all five girls would have steady boyfriends by the end of the year.
Mr. Bennet was exhausted after the events of the week. He quickly locked his office, flipped off the lights, and rushed home to his own family.
Connie's mouth dropped open in shock. "What do you mean, Bennet? I didn't know that anyone was coming!"
"Your new guard member is a young man and a complete stranger," Bennet continued calmly.
"A guy? A stranger? Well, that IS a surprise! What is he like?" Connie asked already plotting which girl she would try to set up with this new arrival.
"I have never met him. In fact, I only received his email this weekend. Would you like to read it?"
"Of course, Mr. Bennet!"
A few seconds later the message appeared on the monitor and Bennet pushed away from his desk so that Connie could read the email.
Mr. Bennet -I am writing to inform you of my desire to be a part of the marching band this fall. I am moving in from out of state and have selected your program following the recommendation of my private instructor, Cathleen DeBree. She decided that Hertfordshire High is the perfect place to improve my skills, but also a place where I may be an asset and to the development of the program. I have been studying under Ms. DeBree for four years and have truly benefited from her genius and natural talent. I have trained especially hard on my rifle and saber skills. I hope that you will be able to find a place for someone of my rather amazing abilities in your guard. I will show up for rehearsal Monday, August 26th at 2:15pm. I look forward to meeting you then.
Wayne Collins
"He seems polite," Bennet observed, "and he must be decent if DeBree trained him."
"Yes, I suppose so, Bennet."
"Well, we will see this afternoon."
News about the new guard member spread quickly through the band like all news does. People began predicting what this new arrival would be like, but no one was sure what to expect. Jane, Lizzy, Mary, Kitty, and Lydia all gathered to chat on the field before practice began. Jane, Lizzy, and Mary were discussing Jane's minor injury and the expected arrival of Wayne Collins, but Lydia and Kitty were completely distracted by the football players stretching on the adjacent field.
At exactly 2:15pm, a young man stepped through the gate and onto the field. One hundred and thirty-two heads turned in his direction. Bennet, Connie, and Bill Lucas walked over to welcome him and to introduce themselves. Wayne Collins had shaggy brown hair, a rather plump frame, and a sheen of sweat covered his face and neck. His manners were very formal as he greeted the director, the guard instructor, and the drum major.
"Mr. Bennet. I am so gratified to be part of your magnificent program that was recommended so highly by my instructor Ms. DeBree. It is truly an honor to be here, Sir."
"Thank you, Wayne," Bennet replied uncertainly. He didn't know what to make of the teenager in front of him. "Perhaps, you would introduce him to some of the band, Bill?" Bennet suggested eager for rehearsal to begin.
Bill reluctantly took on this responsibility and directed Wayne toward the clustered sections.
"I am so excited to meet all of my new fellow band and guard members. I am quite enraptured. However, I would especially like to meet female band members if you get the idea, Billy. They are all so fine!" Collins said with a lustful leer and a sickening smile
Bill Lucas cringed at the use of that hated nickname and also at the idea of Wayne Collins dating any of the band or guard girls. There was just something creepy about the guy, but he made the necessary introductions.
Connie had overheard Wayne's last comment and was glad that she had finally found a willing guy for her match making schemes. She wouldn't waste any time granting his wish for a female companion.
By the end of rehearsal, Lizzy had come to several conclusions about Wayne Collins. A) He was utterly devoted to Ms. Debree and could not complete a sentence without mentioning her name, B) He was a stalking pervert desperate to get a girlfriend, and C) he sweated more than anyone she had ever met. Needless to say, Lizzy was not impressed.
"Collins, why don't you tell me about your training with DeBree?" Indeed, Bennet had selected the perfect topic.
Collins enthusiastically began to describe his lessons with Cathleen in great detail. In fact, he was so exact that Bennet was forced to fight back a yawn of boredom. Collins was certainly an unusual young man. Collins was so thrilled with the opportunity to praise DeBree and he happily enumerated the favors and tips that DeBree had bestowed on him. Collins eyes scanned the room beyond Bennet and often settled on a female form. Bennet was a little disturbed by Wayne's behavior and his obvious attention toward the band girls, but Collins didn't notice and continued to describe how DeBree had corrected his catching technique down to the last minuscule detail. Bennet noticed Lizzy listening to their conversation and rolling her eyes at Collins Finally, Collins' monologue was interrupted by a question from Connie.
" Now Ms. DeBree is a widow, Collins. Does she have any family?"
"Yes, she has one daughter. Ann is a cellist and remarkably talented."
"Is she pretty?" Connie questioned hoping that Collins did not already have a girlfriend.
"She is a charming girl. She is just as talented and beautiful as her mother. However, she is a diabetic which brings many challenges to her life."
"What school does she attend?" Connie pressed.
"Unfortunately, she is forced to have private tutors because of her health. I told Ms. DeBree that by keeping Ann at home she is robbing the world of a true jewel of talent and beauty!" At this point Collins turned to address Bennet again. "I confess that I am quite a ladies man, Sir"
Mr. Bennet politely refrained from laughing and encouraged Collins in this topic change. "Lucky for you, Wayne, that you have such a gift. Do you make up your pick-up lines on the spot or rehearse them ahead of time?"
"I try to be spontaneous, of course, but occasionally I create lists of compliments to be used in various situations."
Connie looked pleased with her new prey and Bennet was relieved that Wayne was as absurd as he had predicted. Bennet had been nervous about Collins intentions to get a girlfriend. However, he now realized that Wayne would not be a danger to the girls and merely a simple nuisance.
The conversation was closed when Lydia and Kitty began to sigh about the football players in their red practices uniforms. Lizzy and Jane were discussing their Trig homework and Mary was content perusing The Communist Manifesto, which she deemed to be light leisure reading. Collins resumed his intent survey of prospective females in the room. Bennet motioned to Connie and retreated back into his office. A few minutes later the bell rang and the band room emptied as students rushed off to first period.
After an extensive survey of his options, Wayne Collins decided that Jane Wilson would become his girlfriend. Collins began to flirt with Jane and followed her around devotedly. Jane was too kind to tell Collins off and merely blushed at his outrageous comments. Collins took this as encouragement and believed that he and Jane would be going out by the end of the week.
Connie Garrett watched this development with concern. Jane and Charlie were to pair up and Collins was meant for one of the other girls. Connie was going to have to redirect Wayne's attentions. Connie cornered Wayne in the guard room after school as he was preparing to head out to the field for practice.
"Wayne, could I talk to you for a second?" Connie asked cautiously.
"Of course, I would be delighted to talk to my talented guard instructor!" Collins crooned.
"I have noticed that you have been hanging around Jane Wilson a lot. I thought I should let you know that I think she will be dating another young man in a very short time. However, there many other single girls in the band that are just waiting for a boyfriend."
"Thank you, Ms. Garrett, for your kind concern. I will certainly not go after Jane if she has already given her heart to someone else. You are right that there are many other attractive girls here at Hertfordshire. I am not discouraged," Collins assured Connie with a smile.
Connie was delighted that she had not halted Collins from his quest for a girlfriend. Indeed, Collin's quest was not hindered at all. He simply moved on to his second choice, Lizzy James.
Lizzy sank down to her usual seat at the lunch table thrilled that is was Friday and that she had the weekend to look forward to. She pulled her turkey sandwich out of the bag, pulled the tab on her Coke, and began to her habitual stirring of her Yoplait key lime yogurt. Lizzy was peaceful despite the constant hum of conversation in the Commons. Lizzy felt someone sit in the seat beside her. She turned with a smile expecting to see Jane, but her smile quickly faded when she saw Wayne Collins eyeing her with a slimy leer.
Collins quickly forced Lizzy into a discussion of Cathleen DeBree's training practices. Lizzy made the necessary responses, but she searched for an escape in vain. Jane took pity on Lizzy now that she was obviously the focus of Wayne's attentions and joined the pair with Lydia, Kitty, and Mary following close behind. Jane tried to distract Collins from Lizzy, but this proved to be an impossible task. Mary was content with a battered copy of War and Peace. Lydia and Kitty began to assess and rank the outfits and ensembles of the girls in the commons in search of a new fashion trend. The six students ate in relative peace until two young men strode cockily into the Commons. On of the guys was Mark Denny, Lydia's football hero. Lydia spotted him immediately and called out to him loudly with her mouth still full of potato chips. The scene Lydia had made humiliated Lizzy and Jane. Mary just rolled her eyes and then returned them to the page. Kitty sighed admiringly at the young men.
Denny really had no choice, but to respond to Lydia's summons if he wanted to keep his annoying, but flattering freshman slave. He approached the table and the other guy followed behind him. Denny began the necessary introductions.
"This is George Wickham, our new receiver. Wickham, let me introduce, Jane, Lizzy, Mary, Kitty, and....Lydia. They are all members of the marching band here."
Lydia and Kitty were thrilled to hear that George was a football player. He was already cute, but they were sure that he would look positively hot in his red uniform. Mary didn't even look up from her book. Jane rushed to politely introduce Wayne to the other two guys.
Lizzy curiously studied George Wickham trying to decipher what kind of guy he was. He was of an average height, with straight black hair, dark eyes, and a sly half smile. He also seemed to be relatively humble and polite compared to most of the football team. George caught Lizzy staring at him and caught her eyes with his. "He certainly is cute," Lizzy thought.
Lizzy musings were cut short when Lydia nudged Jane and whispered loudly, "Jane, here comes Charlie!" Charlie was walking with Will Darcy. Charlie happily approached the table and began to chat with Jane. Will Darcy hung back from the group and Lizzy shot him a mocking and amused glance. Will didn't react at all. Lizzy quickly turned back to Wickham. However, Wickham had followed Lizzy gaze and turned around to see Darcy. Lizzy watched as the two guys made eye contact and Wickham nodded to Will. Lizzy observed that George had gone very pale. Will's jaw was clenched and his face was growing red. He turned quickly and angrily stalked down the band hallway. Lizzy wondered what she had witnessed here, but kept her thoughts to herself.
Denny and Wickham eventually joined the rest of the jocks at another table and Charlie left to find Darcy. Even Collins excused himself to visit the bathroom. The girls were blissfully alone and able to talk openly. Mary read quietly accompanied by the whisper of turning pages. Lydia and Kitty launched into a discussion on Wickham that complete focused on his physical charms. Lizzy turned away in disgust at their shallowness and told Jane about what she had witnessed between George Wickham and Will Darcy. Jane thought that Lizzy was imagining things, but Lizzy knew what she had seen. George Wickham and Will Darcy had a history and she was determined to find out what it was!