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My interest in marching bands is like my interest in Barbies on here, in that I feel like I'm actively being ignored because liking it is so niche as to be somehow "wrong," even on the gay furry website.
But as I naturally assume anyone responding to anything I do on here thinks I'm a pathetic lolcow and is teasing me in the first place,
Were/are you a performing arts kid?
Yes, band
Yes, orchestra
Yes, choir
Yes, theater
Yes, dance
Yes, color guard
Yes, something else
Multiple of these
Nope
Results
OK this is impressive, I hope they do In The Mood next.
BURNINATING THE GRIDIRON!
BURNINATING THE LINESMEN!
BURNINATING ALL THE CHEERLEADERS IN THEIR PLEATED MINI-SKORTS!
PLEATED MINI-SKORTS!!!
AND THE TROGDOR GETS THE FIELD GOAAAAAAAAL!!!
ice cream man ⤷ ゛M.LIST ˎˊ˗
Jaafar didn't know how he got here but he's glad he let jermajesty drag him here
⤷ Jaafar didn't get out much , it wasn't on purpose. He was just busy. The movie , the interviews, the events. He just had a lot going on
So when jermajesty invited his dear old brothers to one of his schools football games, the homecoming game at that, Jaafar didn't say no.
The first time jaafar seen you wasn't in your uniform, it was actually out on the quad while jermajesty was giving him a tour the day before the game. You were apart of a lot of organizations, it wasn't like you weren't well known on campus. You were very involved around your campus.
The quad was a little busier than usual, despite classes being over for the day. Students sat around on their blankets studying, others at booths trying to get tickets for events, or promoting parties for homecoming weekend.
"This is what I was talking about" jermajesty walked next to his brother " there is always something going on"
Jaafar wasn't a stranger to HBCU customs, he's been to a few schools here and there, never to a HBCU homecoming week much less a football game. He looked around to take everything in.
His attention then landed on a girl, you, standing beside a decorated table.
You were speaking to freshman about joining the team , you being a senior and all, this was your last year as your teams captain. The last 4 years you had with your band had been the best to you. Your captain title giving you a little fame around the campus.
" you know everyone around here ?" Jaafar asked his brother hoping he knew the girl.
Jermajesty followed his gaze but before his brother could respond to him, you spotted jermajesty, your long time friend.
"Jermajesty, hii " you turned to your fellow teammates at your booth to excuse yourself handing them the rest of the flyers you had in your hand and you walked over.
"Boy we're have you been all week" jermajesty kinda forgot to call you back when you texted him on Monday telling him too, it was now Friday.
"Busy" jermajesty couldn't even make eye contact with you while saying that.
"You are such a liar jer" you shook your head at him finally noticing jaafar sanding next to him.
"Oh who is this"
"Oh , this my brother , jaafar" you lowkey knew who he was, literally who wouldn't. The way he looked in that movie, jaafar was a grown type of fine.
You lifted one of you eyebrows looking at jermajesty
“The brother?” Jaafar laughed.
“Depends what he’s been saying about me.” Jaafar looking you up and down taking more of your appearance in.
“Yo that's enough.” Jermajesty stopped both of yall from talking
You laughed , Jaafar immediately liked the sound of that.
"Nice to meet you Jaafarrr" the way you drug his name out had Jaafar feeling some type of way.
“You too.” Jaafar stuck his hand out , but you went in for a hug. Jermajesty folded his arms.
“Anyway, she’s one of the reasons I never get anywhere on time.”
“Because I have friends?” You asked.
“Because everybody knows you.” You dramatically flipped her hair.
“What can I say? I’m involved.” Jaafar glanced at the table.
“Involved is an understatement.”
She laughed.
“Student government, dance team, community outreach committee, and two other organizations.”
“See?” Jermajesty said. “This is exactly what I mean.”
“You sound like such a hater.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“Anyways , you here for the homecoming game ? " you turned to Jaafar ignoring what his brother was about to say back to you.
"Yeah, First time" jaafar couldn't do nothing but smile at you, the way you looked had given him a run for his money.
"Oh you're going to love it, it's such an experience"
And an experience it was. Jaafar didn't know what was going on, for this only to be a college in the south, the stadium was packed. Student section packed with half drunk college students, cheerleaders in all four corners of the stadium, the announcer saying something about the two teams rivalry.
It was a lot going on and pregame hasn't even started yet.
You on the other hand, this was your normal, this gave you life.
Your tunnel was packed with all of your band and teammates, last minute things were happening. Hair adjustments, uniform fixes, making sure everyone looked the same.
This was a big game for you, this was your last year, yes you had more games and performances after tonight. But homecoming meant something to you.
Your drum major called everyone to attention, hearing "Band, Ten Hut" always made your heart rate speed up. That's how you knew it was time.
The uniforms tonight , they were your favorite, the mesh and gold one sleeve. It made your ass look fat while you danced.
You headed the announcer doing his intro he did for you guys every other week , when everyone in the tunnel heard "please welcome" everyone started stepping.
Now pregame wasn't necessarily the thing for you and your dancers so you marched behind your band and broke off to sit in your section.
Jaafar wasn't far from that, jermajesty actually spotted you first and brought his attention to you.
The way you looked in that uniform had Jaafar going insane.
By the time your band finished pregame and made their way up to the section it was half way into first quarter
The theme of homecoming this year was the best , flash back from the 80s/90s, every song your band was playing tonight was from that era
Your band director stood infront of you and oeered down at you ,"what you wanna play ".
You knew exactly what you wanted to dance too, with all this alumni here, you knew exactly what would get them warmed up. It was a genuine throw back especially for the band.
"Ice cream man " your band director relayed the message to your drum major and he called everyone to set
"BAND , TEN HUT " if jaafars attention wasn't already on you then this definitely made him look over. Jaafar then realized something.
Nobody was actually sitting down. “What is going on?” he asked over the noise. Jermajesty laughed.
“You know I ain’t never been to an HBCU game.”
“I can see that.” Jermajesty lowkey looked at his bother with pity while saying that
You band started , the music of a neighborhood ice cream truck filling your eras. Jaafar was genuinely confused why yall were playing that. Until he heard that tuba
Immediately students jumped up. The everyone crowded around their section, him and jermasjesty finding a spot as well.
And there you was. Right in the middle. Jaafar’s eyes found her instantly.
The dance team hit every count perfectly while the crowd sang along.
You threw your first stand , and his eyes locked on you immediately. You looked so comfortable in how you were moving. It was sexy.
Your stand was slow , it consisted of a lot of body rubbing and body rolls. The way you danced so smoothly without making it look like you were trying to hard stood out to him
You were smiling, laughing with your teammates between songs, then snapping right back into performance mode whenever the band started playing again.
“You know exactly where she’s at every time,” Jermajesty said.
Jaafar didn’t even look away.
“Be quiet.”
“Yo I’m just saying.”
At this point the game was tied at the end of second quarter, but the student section didn't seem to care. The band literally had become the main event.
Your band was now on the side lines waiting to get into half time. But your band director wanted one more tune before that. Which wasn't unusual.
Jaafar was standing with Jermajesty when he noticed movement in the band section.
The drum majors were talking. The dancers were shifting into formation.
“What song is this?” Jaafar asked. Jermajesty squinted toward the band.
“No idea.” Then your band played the intro and Jaafar froze.
“…No way.”
“Oh shit .”
Jermajesty immediately started laughing.
The unmistakable melody of Liberian Girl by Michael (my man ) Jackson floated through the stadium.
Students started singing before the band even got fully into the arrangement. The second you realized what song was playing, your entire face lit up. This was your shit.
“Oh, she’s about to be annoying,” Jermajesty muttered.
Sure enough, you pointed straight at Jaafar from the front of the stands following it with a very seductive body roll.
Your teammates followed your gaze.Then they all looked up at him. This was all apart of the routine. Like tradition. Find someone in the stands and make em' sweat. And Jaafar was your lucky pick.
Jaafar immediately groaned. “No.”
“YES,” Jermajesty yelled.
A few dancers around you grabbed your shoulders dramatically and pretended to faint, pushing their heads back a little with the backs of their hands on their heads.
While you stood in the middle of all of them posing.they all separated back into the formation they were originally in and then started dancing with the rest of the line as the band played the chorus.
The arrangement was surprisingly beautiful. The brass section carried the melody while the crowd sang along.
For a moment, Jaafar forgot about everyone watching him.
Especially when you turned around and dipped down your leg and came up while looking back at him
Until Jermajesty nudged him.
“Yo bro you starring at her ass hard "
He looked down. You knew he was too.
And every single time you caught him looking , you'd smile before returning to the routine.
“Dude she got you like that already” Jermajesty said.
“I just met her yesterday.”
“Bro Exactly.”
The song reached its final chorus. The band absolutely killed it. Students were singing at the top of their lungs.
You gave Jaafar a final wink before turning back to face the field.
Jaafar didnt know much about hbcu football games but he's glad he let jermajesty drag him here.
He needed to see what you looked like under that uniform!
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soo is this ahh orrr do like you want a pt2 like erm. Any way here's the stand tunes. Ice cream man & Liberian girl.
Their uniforms are really close (although not exact) to my schools marching and color guard uniforms bc i like our uniforms🤷♀️ ITS MARCHING SEASON RAHHHHH
Lowk marching band au where bullworth is primaraly a marching band/preforming arts school 👀 (full ver posted)
