Title: A Forbidden Love in Marching Band

Rating: PG

Genre: Humor, Musical

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am small. Names have been changed to protect the owners' stupidity.

It was just another day at the Pennington High School Marching Band Camp. It was one of the last practices before regionals, the mongoose to their snake, the snake to their mongoose; they weren't that good with animals. Anyway, the band directors screamed, the band was on brink of rioting,

Little did they know that a secret, a forbidden love was brewing.

It all started when Franz Shah-la-la dropped her flags and when Tad came to help her. It was strange, for he was usually too busy smoking his tuba bong.

"Thank...you," she said in disbelief.

"You speak English?"

"Shush, don't let the color guard know! If they find out that I can speak English, I'll no longer be the feared, evil guard director, they'll come in the middle of the night with sabers and..." She started to cry.

"My real name is Jenny, I hate the name Franz Shah-la-la, I hate it." She was now hysterical.

"I don't care, I love you, Jenny."

Tad had secretly known the whole time and had grown to love her.

Suddenly, the color guard started doing stuff that wasn't in the show, then the marching band followed. Even the band directors joined in.

Yep, it was the start of a musical number.

"Never knew I could play like this.

Like I never went to class before.

I'd like to vanish, inside your flag.

Everyday I love you more than this.

Dynamics may change, piano to forte.

I love you, until we lose regionals."

I will love you, until we lose regionals."

"Never knew I could twirl like this.

Like I've never held a flag before."

"And there's no visual, too hard.

No step, too wide.

Keep in time and I'll march right by your side.

Students may up rise, invitationals slip away."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Until we lose regionals."

"March in step, march in step.

I will love you, until we lose regionals.

Oh march in step, march in step.

I will love you."

"I will love you.

Never knew I could twirl a flag like this."

"March in step, march in step.

I will love you, until we lose regionals."

They returned to their normal positions, band practice was normal again, if it ever was. But there was still a love, a love more splendid then everyone covering down.

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