Marching Stories

Just a bunch of random stuff that I do and you might find out more about me! Like for instance my name is Tatiana!

Marching Band Colorguard Marching Band Colorguard

Life was simple for Jen Dolott. The only real problem that she had in this world was throwing parallel tosses into the wind with a six foot long metal pole. The Sauk Valley color guard was well on its way to winning first in their division at Ohio State when suddenly the entire guard (and their honorary guard member) are captured just after performing on the day of state by an agency tasked with taking down an Irish Mafia specializing in illegal weapons trade. But the agency made a mistake and now a band of teenagers who know too much have to make a choice, help them take down the agency, or risk a procedure that would wipe their memory of the agency and possibly destroy their sanity. Time and Fate are against them as they have to band together despite growing differences and take down one of the most dangerous and unpredictable Gangs in existence. If they can stay alive long enough. The fantastic cover art was made by Molly Jasper, who acknowledges my complete inability to use technology in the kindest ways possible. This is a debut novel.

Oooh, boi, it feels weird titling this Junior Year, I'm getting old. 9/5/17

A marching band short story

This is videos and dates of when my school marched/marches.

Just shows that I was apart of.

What happens in band stays in band

why do they march?

COVER ART BY: @/mangomangoj (insta) original on ao3 by paninipresser (myself) Name after "Are You Bored Yet?" by Wallows A Nationwide Trumpet Champion, Keith Kogane, is dragged along by his brother and long-time band director, Takashi Shirogane, to get out of the house for the summer, meet new people and keep up with his playing skills. At this band camp, he faces a trombone player who thinks he's all that. Will there toxic bond turn into something better? Possibly even a friendship? "So we could stay at home, and watch the sunset. But I can't help from asking, 'Are you bored yet?'"

this is a little something for everyone.

Time goes by fast when you're in marching band. Mark. Time. Mark. And blink. Written for my creative writing course in high school.

All the fun times I've had at band camp

Name's Avery Jones. Sixteen years old, sophomore at Coldwater High School, offical member of the Coldwater Marching Wolves drumline. Did I mention I'm the only girl in the drumline? I'm the first girl to EVER take a leap of faith and join the drumline and break their record of being girlless for twenty years. And they aren't happy. In fact, they hate me. It's time to prove these boys just how strong and talented a girl can be on two different drums. I'm bringing the fight to these wolves and I'm not backing down without a fight. Welcome to hell.

"You know, when you play drums you're supposed to hold onto the sticks." He grins at me miraculously, stifling back a laugh. I roll my eyes, trying to hold back a laugh myself, and walk to go retrieve the sticks that had ricoshaied across the room. We sat on the cold bleachers, rubbing our hands through the snow. "One more rep?" I ask, shaking the flurries from my marching jacket. I held back my urge to brush them from his curly hair. He smiles slightly, saying, "200." And he sets the metronome. I sit nervously against the brick wall of the school, watching cars pass by in the night. He watches me from a distance, glancing my way every few seconds. "Alright over there?" He asks, approaching me slowly. "No." I answer. He sits down, though I know he hates the cold snow. "You're still first chair to me." Everything important that happened to me occured during this season. And nothing has ever mattered more.