Title: Seeking Solstice
"Shoot me…" the words ran out of the drum major's mouth as she paced the lines of at-attention band members. It was 104 degrees, one away from the maximum temperature that they could be outside.
"Can we run that again please?" Mrs. Brooks, the band director, called through her blue, sparkly megaphone.
Letting out an internal sigh together, the band obeyed by rushing to the last set. The black top sizzled under their tennis shoe covered feet.
"Don't worry guys, a water break is near," Mrs. Brooks shouted. "I know it's a hot one."
Sure, they were overheated, but the band had been seeking summer solstice all year in anticipation for band camp.
A.N. / Thanks for reading! I know this isn't the best. I have to get back into the swing of writing. Reviews are similar to cupcakes, plus they improve my writing.