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There everyone sat together, almost cramped in the band hall. The room was even more packed with the sounds of talking, hacking, and even some yelling. The room seemed to look as uninviting as it was with all of the loud, annoying band kids inside it. The walls were white painted bricks that looked like it had needed a new coat for years. In some places, the paint on the wall was even chipped. On one side, there were lockers that somehow looked worse than the walls. They were all different sizes, probably because they were assigned to different instruments. On the opposite side, the band hall had windows that would be a great view...if it overlooked something else other than the parking lot. In the front of the hall was a podium, the director's office, unidentified rooms, and two doors. One door that was actually on the side for the band hall with lockers, led out to the rest of the school. The other that was on the side with the windows, led outside. The door that led outside actually was a double-door. In the back of the room, there looked to be practice rooms and a specific larger room for drums and other larger instruments.
As the noise seemed to escalate to a peak the director stepped out of his office and walked to the podium. As the white-haired man stepped up onto the wooden pedestal, the whole room seemed to become silent either by having known what to do when he stood there or from following the lead of the older kids. "Hello, everyone. I'll start by calling roll. If I pronounce your name wrong or you go by something else, please speak up. And before the idiots speak up, I won't call you Captain anything, nor will I call you something your mother wouldn't call you. Please act your age," the man announced in a loud, booming voice.
He started down the list, calling out the long list. It seemed to go on forever. The list must have easily been three pages long.
In the seats that had been set out, there sat three teens that all had a ghostly resemblance. Two of them looked exactly alike except their spiky blond hair was spiked up in opposite directions, and the third had spiky brunette hair that spiked up in the middle. All three had crystal ocean blue eyes, though. The brunette wasn't sitting in a seat. He was on the carpet next to one of the twins with his head in the blonds' laps. Their instruments sat on the floor in front of them: one was a flute, one a clarinet, and one a saxophone. As their last name was called each one spoke up accordingly. "Roxas..." "Here," the blond that was being laid upon spoke up flatly. "Sora..." "Present," the brunette answered cheerfully. "Ventus..." "You can just call me Ven," the other blond spoke up. "Okay, it may take longer to learn your names. Twins?" "Triplets," the brunette corrected as he lifted his head off of Roxas. The director held back a slightly groan before continuing on with the list.
As he finished, he instructed the winds to move into all their different sections. "Love you," Sora and Ven stated in unison before standing up and grabbing their respective woodwind instruments--Sora the flute and Ven the clarinet--leaving the saxophone for Roxas. "Yeah, love you guys, too," Roxas mumbled reaching for the sax and standing up to find the rest of his section. Why they ended up in the back of the band hall next to the drum-line, Roxas couldn't comprehend. As he walked up, a bubbly blond with a mullet was stating that he was the section leader. What a joy. Someone that was elected because of popularity to section leader.

Roxas’s impression of Demyx didn’t seem to improve with his playing. Yes, he was a beautiful player, but he was the only one that didn’t do the opener, honestly, now he just looked like he was purposely trying to show everyone else up with music he obviously had memorized. Roxas just was not impressed with the blonde at all. Not that many people were actually up to Roxas’s standard. As a bright colored red head came over and stopped Demyx’s playing, Roxas’s blue eyes looked up at the emerald eyes. For a moment, they pulled him in like poison, deeply intoxicating him, but he pushed it away after a moment to regain his composure. The blonde then looked back down at his sax not wanting to acknowledge the redhead any more than he already had.

With perfect timing, the drum major stepped up onto the podium and called the band to attention. The drum major was a slightly taller than average silver haired junior, with an odd sense of style. He didn’t look bad, but it was ninety degree weather and he was in two vest jackets and cargo pants, which at first would tell you that the kid was confused about the weather, but he had on nothing under the vest jackets, so he didn’t have any sleeves, a look not many could pull off like he did. “Everyone, put your instruments up for now, we are going outside for a marching block. Don’t forget your sunscreen for those who burn.” The silverette’s voice resounded. He was a solid tenor as far as voice, and it was quiet lovely to hear him speak. The authority he held only seemed to add to his sexiest, of course.

Riku glanced over at the brunette triple that suddenly appeared next to him as he was walking inside with Ventus. “I figured that it was something like that, but I wanted to get him out of the heat just in case.” Riku said as he walked the rest of the short distance into the band hall. In an open area of the band, Riku gently set the kid down on the ground. The silver haired teen figured the open floor might be better than laying him across chairs where he might wake up startled and fall off. “Well, I guess if he was looking to break his fear of being close to people, I’m sure that he will here, we aren’t exactly personal space kind of people if you haven’t noticed.” Riku commented thinking about Demyx’s frequent hug fests as he stood back up. “I brought extra water bottles, he can have one of mine.” Riku informed Sora softly before walking over to a French horn locker, and opening it. From out of it, he pulled a small cooler before shutting it again.

“Here, you can have one too, there really isn’t enough time before lunch to go back out there and do anything productive anyways. Might as well just start lunch a little earlier.” Riku told Sora with a soft smile as he pulled out three bottles from the cooler and handing two of them to Sora. Then if on cue, Ventus startled up a little shocked. “w-what happened?” he asked a little confused where he was for a second. “You passed out, but don’t worry, you are in good hands.” Riku said offering a warmer smile as he gestured to the brunette. Even though Sora didn’t really do much other than inform Riku of Ventus’s condition, Riku thought it might go over better if Ventus thought Sora was the one that took care of him. “I just had to come in here with you two to make sure that you guys didn’t just skip out.” Riku explained making up a reason why he would be in there with them if he didn’t help.

“Sora and Riku seemed like they had it under control, why should I add more panic to the situation by flipping out? He does this every time he meets a big group people, it gets old after a while.” Roxas spoke unremorsefully as he shrugged the situation off almost like he didn’t even know Ven. Soon after, Xemnas finished up the marching fundamentals, and sent everyone in for lunch. Roxas, after being dismissed, walked calmly inside and walked over to Ventus and Sora. “Come on, we only have an hour for lunch, and mom gave me money to take you guys out.” Roxas said helping Ven up off the floor. “Oh okay.” Ventus said letting Roxas pull him up off the floor with his water bottle. What most people didn’t understand that what Roxas didn’t show in emotion, he made up in for being strong. Ven’s social skills were almost non-existent and Sora was almost too social, so Roxas was their anchor. No matter what happened, when the smoke cleared Roxas would be there the same as he always had been.