The Real Folk Blues: High School Days *part 2*
***It is highly recommended that you read chapter one of "The Real Folk Blues: High School Days" before you read this chapter ***
This is part two of "The Real Folk Blues: High School days". In this chapter, the ground rules of the marching band are set and Dontae's master, Todd, finally reveals part of his true objective. The good yiff is near the end of the story
*This story contains homosexual intercourse involving characters under the age of 18. If that's not you flavor of kool aid then yada yada yada, you know the drill. Everyone else, ENJOY!*
***Another thing, this story and ALL characters in this story are original and MINE!***
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The Real Folk Blues: High School Days
Chapter 2: Band Camp Day One
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Dontae walked into the band room on that Monday, his trumpet case in his left paw, and a folder with the five marches in his right paw. The white band room was about the same size as the huge two-story lunch room, except it had large windows in the back which allowed sunlight to filter in at the right spots. The band room was part of a very large band department which took up half of the first floor. The band department was in the back of the school. A hallway separated it from the 4 story, two level auditorium. Dontae opened the wide door to the band room.
Ms. Allen was standing in front of the room writing something down on the board. There were lots of furs running around doing various tasks. Dontae just stood looking from the doorway until a somewhat short Jack Russell Terrier with a silver trumpet in his paw instructed him to help set up the chairs around the room. Dontae sat down his stuff and did as he was told.
Dontae, along with all of the new recruits, arranged the plastic blue chairs in several rows facing the black chalkboard that Ms. Allen was writing on. She stopped writing and looked at her watch and blew her whistle. Everyone stopped what they were doing.
"Take a seat near the front, everybody." Ms. Allen, the black wolf band director yelled. She had on a pair of black designer jeans, a white shirt and a black jean jacket as if she were a high school student herself. Her black headfur was pulled to the back into a short pony tail tied with a rubber band. She wore a whistle around her neck like the head coach. Everyone did as they were told. Ms. Allen then picked up her white conductor's baton.
"Welcome everyone to the first day of Franklin Tech Band Camp. . ." she said. The old wolf made a long speech about how vigorous band practice would be. She mentioned the ground rules, "Everyone must know the music! The five little marches that were passed out to you were to test your memory, but I'll talk about that more later. I will issue new music out EVERYDAY during this summer band camp. If you do not learn the music in time you WILL be punished in several different ways. It could range from doing a hundred push ups to 'getting motivated' by your section leader or leaders. . ." All of the seniors and section leaders cheered at this, which made the new recruits a bit uneasy. Ms. Allen continued her speech.
"From now on, all new recruits will be called 'Rookies'. I want all the Rookies to come in tomorrow morning wearing w white tee shirt with a LARGE 'R' written in black on the front of it. If you do not have the white shirt by tomorrow, you WILL be punished and you will receive one from us, and it won't be a new one. Probably just some white shirt left in the instrument room from last year. . ." she paused a little and cleared her throat, "Ok, as for band room rules, there will be no eating or drinking allowed in this room or in the recital hall or in any of the practice rooms. Hats, scarves, etc are not allowed anywhere in the school. Gum is DEFINITELY not allowed by percussionist. If I see any percussionist chewing gum I will personally correct them. Other than those rules, the rest is pretty much common sense, you should know how to behave, but if your not sure, there is a list of all the rules posed on the wall to your left." She said sarcastically with a laugh. "Now I want all of the section leaders to stand up and come up to the front and introduce themselves." Eight furs stood up and came to the front. "These here will help you with anything you need because I won't be bothered with any freshmen. Only come to me if the building is on fire or something is directly effecting me." Ms Allen said. The upperclassmen laughed a little. Ms. Allen took a sip of water from a water bottle. "Go ahead, introduce yourselves!" She yelled with a sarcastic smile. That was one thing Dontae noticed, she always smiled.
The first was a male hyena. He was kind of thin and short and wore a green hoodie and sagging black jeans.
"Hi, I'm Carlos Westwood, and I'm the baritone section leader."
The next was a male lion. His mane was tied to the back of his head in a ponytail which made a huge puffball of orangish fur. He was tall and had hazel colored eyes. He was perfectly toned and was tall. His tail swished left and right as he spoke.
"I'm Marcellas Winn, the mellaphone section leader." he also had on a green hoodie and sagging black jeans. He had his paws in the front pocket.
The next fur was part of the same clique as the other two furs with green hoodie and the black jeans. He was a grey wolf with uncharacteristically short fur. He was thin and very tall, maybe 7 foot 3 inches.
"I'm Andre Lewis, the Tuba and sousaphone section leader."
A girl was next. She was a siamese cat wearing a tight fitting pink shirt and white pants with some sexy tall, knee- high pink boots. She had her headfur in hundreds of thin braids called Zillions. It was a very expensive style. Her hair alone maybe cost 300 bucks.
"My name is Marcy Young. I'm the Piccolo and flute section leader."She said in a sweet, high-pitched voice.
The next girl was a black fox. She was a thick woman with voluptuous hips and thighs. She had on tight blue jeans and red car racing jacket and leather gloves.
"Hi. I'm Natoyia Simmons, the saxophone section leader." She said with a smile on her muzzle. All of the upperclassmen must have known her since there was a slight agitation in the crowd.
A male Coyote that had brown fur all over except for his black paws and his ears, wearing freshly pressed black slacks, white shirt and straight tie was next. Of all the other guys up there, he was the only one who wasn't trying to look like a gangster. He was also the most physically fit of all of them in front of the seated crowd. His teeth were unbelievably white, his brown fur was perfectly pressed, and his black colored ears erect. He had a child-like positiveness about him, bouncy and playful, yet serious about what he does.
"Hello everyone!" he said with a pause. Every responded with a 'Hi' or a 'hello'. He continued, "For everyone who doesn't know me, my name is Desmond Wright, the trombone section leader. I am here to help everyone out with anything you might need to know. My assistant section leader, Troy, can also help you out." he said signaling for Troy, the tiger from the recruitment booth, to stand up. He stood up and waved to everyone. "Myself and Ms. Allen are the founders of the Franklin Technical High School Marching Band." Everyone hollered and cheered, clapped and hooted. A fur or two yelled, "You go Ms. Allen! WOOT, WOOT!!!" Desmond smiled, along with Ms. Allen, who was also clapping and raising her paws.
Next was a thin female Lynx. She had on tight jeans and red tee-shirt with her picture on the front with the caption "Up 2 No Good" at the top in large letters. She also had on a loose fitting black jean jacket.
"Hi, my name is Laura Kilough (pronounced 'kilo'). I'm the Clarinet section leader." She said with an attitude. None of the upperclassmen seemed too offended by her attitude, that was just how she was.
Last but not least was the short Jack Russell's Terrier that instructed Dontae earlier.
"Hi, I'm John Madison, the trumpet section leader." he said with a somewhat serious face. Ms. Allen started to clap and everyone else followed her lead.
"Ok, I want everyone to get into groups by what instrument you play and follow your section leader out to the practice rooms. We will meet up in the main band room in 2 and a half hours, then at noon you will have lunch and when you come back we will have full band for the last two hours." Ms. Allen said.
Everyone got up out of their seats and got their things that were piled up near the door. Dontae got his trumpet and his music got into the trumpet group. There was a lot of them. They were the largest group. Many of them were rookies, but about one third of them were upperclassmen who were already in marching band and knew all of the music and even performed already.
John, the terrier, led them out of the main band room and into the band room next door to it. It was slightly smaller and was painted the same color orange as the lunch room and the entire band department except for the main band room. This smaller room was for the orchestra and other stringed- instrument bands. In Ms. Allen's opinion, they were all inferior to her symphonic and other brass and wind bands.
John, along with a female Rottweiler, told everybody to take out their instruments and stand in a single file line facing the chalk board. While everyone did that, John and the female Rottweiler sat by the grand piano in front of the room. John sat his silver trumpet on the top while his friend had hers in her paw. All of the four band rooms had a grand piano. They talked a bit amongst themselves while John played a beautiful tune on the piano. The female rottweiler fiddled a bit with her silver trumpet's valves. Everyone else was standing in a line that went from one end of the room to the other. John stood up.
"I want everyone to know that of the eight section leaders, I am the most intense. I WILL NOT take any BS from anyone, so if you have a problem with authority, put your music on the piano and leave now without saying anything." he paused for a minute. No one left. "Good!" he said enthusiastically. He had a smile on his muzzle.
"I want everyone to stand in attention. Standing in attention is one of the main keys to being in a marching band! If you don't know how to stand in attention, my assistant section leader, Tamara, will demonstrate." The Female Rottweiler stood directly in the center of the front of the room and yelled,
"Ok, to stand in attention, you have your back straight, your trumpet in your LEFT paw down at waist level, eyes staring DIRECTLY ahead, legs TOGETHER, feet at a 45 degree angle, and your tail should be in the EXACT position as your section leaders." Tamara yelled. She stood in attention for exactly 4 counts. "Now, I want everyone to do what I just and DON'T MOVE until I say so!"
Everyone stood perfectly straight up the way she demonstrated. it was harder than it seemed. A few furs waved or wobbled a bit and got yelled at. Tamara and John walked up and down the line correcting anyone who wasn't perfectly straight or was in the wrong position. The line was perfectly uniform. John then stood where Tamara did and stood facing away from the line so everyone could see his tail. He moved his tail straight out, pointing back to the line. Tamara made sure everyone did the same.
"This is called the ready position. When ms. Allen says 'ready position' or blows her whistle 3 times, ALL trumpet players must look exactly like this!" he said. Then he moved his tail down so that a perfect 45 degree angle was formed with is legs and his tail. "After Ms. Allen blows the whistle one more time, your tail should be exactly like this! You got me?" he said as he relaxed and turned around. The two section leaders walked up and down the line again.
"I want you all to hold this position until I say 'rest mode'. When I say 'rest mode', I want everybody to open their legs to a 45 degree angle, put their trumpet out in front of them, then down, then to their chest, then down sideways where the trumpet is at crotch level. Then Tilt you head down! Do you understand?" John said as Tamara demonstrated as he was talking. No one said a word. "If one person move from the ready position, everyone will be punished. Now hold the ready position for exactly 15 minutes, Tamara, watch the clock."
She stared at the clock for a few seconds then said, "BEGIN". No one moved an inch. A minute passed by then another two. In the fourth minute, a fox made a mistake and moved out of line. John yelled "STOP!! Everyone get down on the floor, 25 push-ups."
Everyone moaned and did as they were told. "Hurry up, we don't have all day!" John snapped. He pushed down a few of the girls who thought they were too pretty to do physical exercise. "And no girl push-ups either!" he yelled. John went back to the front of the room after everyone was in the down position for push ups. "Marching band is all about homogenous behavior. You must all do EVERYTHING alike. When one of your mates does a push up wrong, we will all start over again from one. We will do then at my count. 1 . . . 2. . . ready . . . GO! UP . . . down. That's one. UP . . . DOWN. That's 2. . ." he went all the way up to 25. Tamara watched everyone as they did their push ups. They only started over twice. The second time they started over they were on number 22.
"EVERYONE IN READY POSITION!" John yelled. Everyone quickly hurried to the line and got into position. This time they did it for the entire 15 minutes without fault, which was extremely hard since Tamara was trying to make people laugh on purpose. She would stand behind John and mock him and make faces as he lectured to the group about the importance of conformity in Marching Band. No one laughed, they knew the consequences.
"Now, time for everyone to introduce themselves AND their family, but these people you see in here in this band room now are now your brothers and sister and your trumpet is you mama and I am your daddy. So when you introduce yourself, say your full name, your brother or sister's name before you, your mother's name and you father's name." Starting on this end." he said pointing to the left. Everything went by flawlessly. There were no dumb furs here at this school, but there were some fools, who shall be seen later.
"Good, good! This has to be one of the smartest groups of rookies in years!" Tamara said.
"Well, it's time for a little test. . . YOU!" John snapped, "You have 5 seconds to introduce your fifth brother! . . . 1 . . .2 . . . 3. . . " The little fox was caught off guard with the question. He stumbled in his words and looked down the line. The number 5 brother was more than 6 places away from him he noticed as he stepped out of attention to look. Tamara sighed as John said '5'.
"Now look what you did! You stepped out of attention when no one told you to. So . . ." John said with his back facing the little fox in line, "Not only did you stepped out of line, you failed to answer the question!" John turned around and snapped, "The correct answer was 'James Tak, brother of Daisy Weathers (the sister before him, number 4), son of a trumpet and The Great John Madison!" he said it within 3 seconds and paused for about 2 seconds after he said it. "Now everyone will do 50 pushups!" He said with a smile. Everyone moaned or smacked their lips.
"Why do we all have to do push-ups?" A little smart mouthed wolf said.
"Because if were marching and this little boy here," John said pointing to the little fox, "was to step out of his position, it could cost the entire band an award, now I want you all to do 100 push ups before you leave today, but now," John said enthusiastically, " But now, I want everyone to be calm, stand up and get ready to play some music. Take out the five marches, no, leave the marches alone. I want everyone to play it from memory. This time, If anyone doesn't know it, they will owe me an additional 25 push ups and if you don't know any of the music, don't show up tomorrow."
Everyone stood up relived. It was finally time for playing some music. They had wasted over an hour already. Tamara and John picked up their trumpet and arranged everyone into a semi-circle around them.
"If you know the music, I want to go deaf. Play as loud as you possibly can because if I can point out a person who doesn't know it, I will punish them. So just do your brother's and sisters a favor and play as loud as you can. We will start off with a warm up then go directly into 'The Purple Carnival'".
The warm-up music was passed out and the swarm of trumpets played. It wasn't the most beautiful of sounds that came from the bell of the rookies trumpets. Many of them were no good at all. The warm up was called, "E Flat Warm up". After the short warm up, John instructed everyone to play the B flat concert scale, which was a scale that ANY musician should know. He had them play it in whole notes and then at different rhythmic patterns. After that it was some long tones, just a few notes played as long as possible. After the warm up, came the hard stuff, the five marches.
"Now, I may be a strict section leader but I am fair. We will first play it without the music to hear how much you all know, then we will play it with the music so everyone will know it at a performance level." John said. The first march was "The Purple Carnival" by Harry Alfred. John took it at a slow and easy pace. No too many furs knew it and there were plenty of gaps of pure silence or unsteady notes being played. John and Tamara then demonstrated how the piece should have sounded. John played the first trumpet part and Tamara played the second trumpet part. They demonstrated it flawlessly. Then he divided the group up into three smaller groups so they can get individual attention to see what everyone's strengths and weaknesses were. John had a group, Tamara had a group, and Tony, an eleventh grader who was to be section leader after John and Tamara left, had his own group.
Dontae was in Tamara's group. He was in a small group of about 7 trumpet players. They stood in a part of the fairly large band room. Dontae was nervous, but the other four male furs sure wasn't. Tamara dime piece and they made sure she knew it. She made everyone in her group stand in a perfect line and to take out the music. She made Dontae get a few music stands from the middle of the room. He did so without a word.
They practiced extensively on the music. Tamara went down the line with each of the rookies and made them play a certain part of the song until they got it right, which at times took a while. When everybody got it right, they played through the entire march with the music, then without it. Tamara took them through all five of the marches before it was time to go to Ms. Allen in the Main Band room.
John led everyone back into the main band room. Ms. Allen made yet another speech and dismissed everyone to lunch. The upperclassmen gave their orders to the new rookies. Since none of the rookies had cars they had to do a lot of walking. John gave his order to Dontae. He wanted a dollar bag of chips and Pepsi from the store and he gave Dontae a dollar for going.
Dontae, along with all of the other rookies left to go to the store and have some rest. The trumpet rookies stayed together and so did all of the other sections. They had a hour break for lunch and the store was only 2 blocks away. It was a hot day. They decided to talk amongst themselves.
"So, what did you all think of John and Tamara?" De Varin, a Labrador, asked as they walked to the store.
"John needs to chill. I almost went off on him when were in groups. I was given the first trumpet part on all five of the marches and I knew them by memory, but he wanted me to learn the fourth trumpet part just because I'm a freshman. Fuck him! He just mad because I got chops." David, a fox with pure red fur said with disgust. The truth was, he could play almost as good as John. Given the right amount of time, he could easily challenge him for his chair. Someone laughed.
"Yeah right, Dave. You were a nobody last year in middle school. Last time I checked, you were sitting way back in 6th chair."
"I could still play better than you, Charlie. You only had first chair because your father was the band director." David said. Everyone laughed.
"Well, If you want, you can challenge me after practice. Whoever knows the five marches better is the better fur." Charlie said. David agreed.
"Well while you two are having a dick measuring contest, I will getting Tamara's number." Ronald, an arrogant Golden lab said while running a comb through his beautiful golden head fur.
De Varin, David, and Ronald argued and talked all the way to the store about music and who could get into Tamara's pants by the end of Summer Band Camp. They went to the same middle school, The infamous Cranbrook Academy. They were one of the few middle school that had a marching band. Their marching band was known to have outplayed a few high school bands. There were a lot of Cranbrook students here in the group, but these three were their own gang. They constantly competed and measured each other's skills. They all had chops and even though David sat in the 6th chair, he was as better than the best of them. 7 of the 9 section leaders graduated from the Cranbrook Academy.
Dontae walked in near silence to the store with the group. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking down at the ground as he walked. Someone walked up to him from another group of Rookies.
"Hi. What school are you from?" The male jackal asked Dontae.
"I went to Taft. You?"
"I went to Cranbrook." He said. "By the way, my names Christopher."
"I'm Dontae."
"It's pretty hard here in marching band, but I'm used to it. I was the saxophone section leader. Natoyia is pretty tough. I already had to do 50 push ups. Who's your section leader?"
"I have John. He's no joke. We have to do 100 push ups before we leave today. I used to be the trumpet section leader at my school, but we didn't have a marching band, just a concert band."
"Well, my advice is to do ANYTHING the upperclassmen say. That's how you move up in the marching band world. They will tell you to do a few stupid things, but do it with a smile on your muzzle. Just get cool with the upperclassmen and they will let you do anything you want. Just practice with them and learn the music, be like their student. They'll love you for it." Christopher said with a smile.
Dontae nodded as they walked into the small liquor store. This neighborhood was one of the worst in the city. There were crack-heads on the corner, run-down slum buildings, and a high density of liquor stores.
The one that the large group of rookies went to was too small to fit everybody in there, so the sections broke off and went to one of the other three stores in that three block radius of the school. Dontae brought Johns chips and his Pepsi and himself an orange pop. When they left the store, Dontae noticed that the football team was having practice in the field next to the school. He saw Todd, Dontae's tiger master, instructing the new football recruits to do push-ups. He stared at him for a while then Christopher broke his gaze.
"Come on! We have to hurry up. I'm sure John wouldn't want to be kept waiting." He said.
When they got back to the band room, Dontae gave John his stuff and drank his orange pop over with all of the other trumpet rookies. John said nothing to him and walked away to the group of other upperclassmen and section leaders.
After lunch there was Full Band in the main band room for the last two hours. All of the rookies had to set up chairs and make sure the floor was clean. The chairs were in several rows in a semi-circle facing the black board and Ms. Allen. There was a music stand for every other chair. She came into the band room from the music library, which was a room between the main band room and the orchestra band room. She came out with the scores to all five marches in her paws. She put them down on a music stand in front of the band room. She blew her whistle and everyone sat down in a designated area.
"Welcome, everyone, to Full Band. This is where the entire band comes together and practice the music and the dance routines. If you are late, you will 25 push-ups for every minute you were late. If anyone does not know the music, they will have to do push-ups through the entire song. And if more than half of a section does not know the music, everyone in the band room including section leaders will have to do 100 push-ups. Now, I want everyone to take out the music. Today will be one of the very few days we will have the music out during full band." Ms. Allen said. She raised her baton. "In Storm and Sunshine." She waited for about ten second then gave the speed of the march and then started conducting. Everyone started playing.
It was extremely intense for Dontae. Every fur played the music as loud as they possible could. Dontae's ears could barely handle it, but he looked at the music and played the music. For marching band, a soft Pianissimo was played at a mezzo forte. A Fortissimo was played at the top of their lungs. After about ten measures into the march, Ms. Allen stopped the music. She then instructed for the flutes and clarinets to play louder and for the tubas to tongue harder and with more force. She then told the piccolos to tune up and the trumpets to play quieter since there was so many of them. After that, she started over from the beginning.
Dontae sat next to John and Tamara and could hear how loud and high they were playing. In fact, Dontae could see all nine of the section leaders and their assistants. They all put forth 200% even though this was just the first day of practice. Every solo was played a beautifully as possible. The baritone section leader, Carlos Westland, took in huge breaths of air and put so much force into his tonguing the notes thundered out of his silver marching baritone. he was one of the loudest players in the band. He may have been skinny and somewhat scrawny, but he could blow the loudest. Some section leaders took certain parts of the march up an octave. Dontae could barely keep up. Desmond Wright, the trombone section leader and co-founder of the band, was the only trombonist Dontae ever heard play his trombone as if it were a trumpet. He moved the trombone slide with such dexterity and tongued so precisely, he seem like a coyote possessed. They were like . . . like music Gods in Dontae's eyes, all of the section leaders. They took such pride in what they did.
Dontae was held spellbound by the way the section leaders played. There was something about having full control over an instrument that just turned Dontae on. Even though everyone played as loud as they could, he could still pick out the very delicate flute part and could hear Marcellas Winn's, the french horn/ mellophone section leader, fast paced mellophone runs. If the whole band went silent for a minute and just allowed the nine section leaders to play, it would be just as loud because they cared so much about their skill. They were Dontae's eight music Gods: John, Carlos, Marcellas, Marcy, Natoyia, Andrew, Desmond and Laura.
Ms. Allen went through all five marches with a fine tooth comb, making sure it was balance just right. Then she told all of the rookies to stack the chairs and put them in the back of the band room along with the music stands. Ms. Allen blew the whistle three short times and everyone stood in attention.
"The Purple Carnival!" Ms. Allen called out, then after less than 2 seconds she started conducting.
Everyone who didn't start when she started had to drop down a do push-ups through the entire song. Before long, more than half of the new rookies were on the ground doing push-ups. When the song was over, ms. Allen yelled "100 push-ups after practice. 'In Storm And Sunshine'!". Everyone stood up and when she started conducting everyone started on time and almost every fur knew the song.
"Barnum and Baily's Favorite" was the next march she called. It was one of the hardest marches for trumpet and baritone players. When the song was done and she saw a third of the band on the ground doing push-ups, she yelled "200 after practice!" then she went on to the next song. She did that for the rest of the marches then stopped. Everyone had to do 200 push-ups, including section leaders. Ms. Allen counted them out slowly. She thenh called for all of the upperclassmen to play the franklin Tech Alma Mater. Ms. Allen directed this with much care and passion. The Alma Mater was to be played after each and every practice. It was a slow and sweet song. It wasn't to be played as loud as the other songs were. The rookies were instructed to stand in attention and just listen. The Eight Music Gods of Dontae played the Alma mater with as much care as Ms. Allen did conducting it. Dontae's ears were perked up and he closed his eyes and just let the music carry him. After that practice was over, but she called a meeting with John and Tamara off to the side. John told all of the trumpet rookies to meet him in the other band room in five minutes.
Everyone did as they were told. John and Tamara came into the band room and told everyone to get into attention.
"Ms. Allen and I had a meeting a few minutes ago and basically, we agreed that the trumpet section is too large. Now at this time I will take volunteers who would like to go transferred over to either the Baritone section or the mellophone section. Step forward if you would like to." John said. A few furs stepped forward but not many. Just then Carlos and Marcellas came into the room along with two other furs.
"So you got the news, eh?" Carlos said.
"Yeah, I'm dividing them up now." John said. One of the furs that came in with the two section leaders then spoke.
"Man, you have a big ass section! You should let us pick who we want in our section." he said. He was also a wold like Carlos and a senior. His name was Kevin and was the baritone assistant section leader. Kevin was as thin as Carlos was and had on the same green hoodie and jeans.
"Yeah, we should be able to pick. You would probably just give us your crappy rookies." Marcellas said. The fur behind him was a mellophone rookie.
"Alright. Ms. Allen said you can have five each from my section." John said. Carlos, Kevin, and Marcellas walked up and down the line of trumpet rookies.
"Who is this?" John asked Marcellas, referring to the rookie that was with him. Marcellas only turned his perky ears over to john direction and without turning to face him said,
"That's Aiden. He's my only mellophone rookie." Marcellas said. John laughed a little.
"I guess not too many furs know what a mellophone is." Tamara said. "Come here boy. Show everyone what a mellophone is." she continued.
Aiden raised the horn up in the air and showed everyone what a mellophone was. It looked like a trumpet with a much bigger bell and a little extra loop of tubing on the first valve. Aiden was a short dark orange and black fox a with a LOT of head fur. He smiled wide like a little kid. His face and muzzle was somewhat rounded.
"So can he play?" John asked.
"Hell yeah! He may be the only mellophone rookie but I bet he could beat the best of yours. He's, dare I say it, as good as Desmond was when he first started in ninth grade." Marcellas said without looking back. He and Carlos were still looking for the best picks.
"Play something!" John said with authority to the short, 5 foot nothing fox. He put the horn up to his lips and john stopped him as he saw what kind of mouthpiece he uses. He took the horn from the little fox's paws and walked over to Tamara. "Oh my God! He uses a Jet Tone mouthpiece!?!?!"
"Yeah, he's just that good." Marcellas said as he turned around now that he noticed John really had his eye on his only rookie. A Jet Tone mouthpiece is a mouthpiece that allow a brass player to play unusually high notes easier. John handed the horn back to Aiden, but he snatched it back and gave him a dirty look as if he was nobody to him.
"Just play!" John said. Aiden put the mellophone back up to his lips and played the beginning of the french horn part to 'The Purple carnival". The mellophones usually played the french horn parts. He played until he got to a trumpet solo part and paused for a second, then went on to play John's trumpet solo which he had only heard once during full band then he went on to play so one the flutes hard runs (a run is a series of 16th notes, trills, revolutions and other frills that are not part of the melody). Aiden basically made his own solo arrangement from the march flawlessly. John was shocked. Aiden smiled at the end and took a bow. John said nothing.
Carlos and Marcellas walked around the line one more time then stood back in front with John, Tamara and Aiden.
"Ok, we have our choices." Carlos said rubbing his paws together greedily.
"I want the wolf, the Dane, the ferret, that female wolf, and that fox." Marcellas said pointing to various furs in line.
"Ok, ok. I want the fox, that Corgi, the wolf on the end, the vixen, and . . . that wold over there." Carlos said referring to Dontae. The ten chosen furs stepped forward and were instructed to put their trumpets back in the instrument room and to pick up a baritone or a mellophone. They followed their new section leaders out of the orchestra band room and into the instrument room.
Dontae followed Carols to the baritone section of the instrument room. There were only two marching baritones and Carlos and Kevin were using them. The rookies had to use a concert baritone. A marching baritone looked like a massive trumpet. The bell points outward like a trumpet does, the valves are in the center facing up, it was easy to carry, compact, and just looked cool. A concert baritone was the complete opposite. It looked like miniature tuba. The bell faced straight up, the valves were at an angle, it was difficult to march with since it was designed to sit on your knee. Carlos issued them out. On the mellophone side was the same problem. There were only about 2 mellophones and everyone else had to get a french horn.
Dontae followed the rest of the trumpet- baritone converts into one of the large practice rooms on the other side of the band room. Carlos passed out the baritone part to the five marches and since they converted from one instrument to another, they had a lot more time to learn it. Dontae said hello to his new brothers and sisters.
Dontae was getting ready to leave when he saw Todd standing in the doorway.
"I thought you might need a ride home." Todd said dangling a pair of keys. He had on his football gear. Dontae smiled uneasily. Todd and Dontae walked down the hallway out of the band department. Dontae had to carry the large baritone case. He followed the tiger into the bathroom on the third floor. Todd closed the door and locked it. The tiger had a grin on his short feline muzzle. He leaned against the tiled wall of the dirty bathroom. Dontae just stood still near the door. Everything was quiet. Dontae swished his bushy tail back and forth then laid it down against his right leg.
"So, Dontae, How was your first day of band camp?" Todd asked with his sly smile on his muzzle. His head was cocked to the left slightly and his arms crossed, but looked relaxed.
"It was alright. Kinda hard though." Dontae responded.
"It's time for you to do something for me, Dontae." Todd said. Dontae felt a little bit uncomfortable. He put down the baritone case, took off his shirt and walked up to Todd and got down to his knees. Dontae unzipped the tiger's jeans and his hard feline cock bobbed out. It was less than an inch away from Dontae's muzzle. He sniffed in the strong sent of Todd's arousal. The tiger smelled like sweat and dirt from football practice, pure animalistic essence. Dontae slid Todd's 7 inch member into his muzzle and began to bob up and down the tiger's slick cock. Todd moaned in pleasure. He knew it was Dontae's first time doing this, but he had watched him do it to him for a while now.
"This isn't what I was talking about when I said it's time for you to do something for me." Todd said. Dontae took the Tiger's cock out of his mouth. He was enjoying having the thick meat in his muzzle.
"But I didn't say stop." Todd continued. With a smile, Dontae put the cock back into his muzzle and sucked on his cock like a popsicle. Todd purred for a few moments and ran his paws though Dontae's head fur.
"So today, you have a pretty good idea who the section leaders are?" Todd said. Dontae nodded with the cock in his muzzle. "Do you know John Madison, the trumpet section leader?" Todd asked. Dontae nodded again. "I want you to find out as much about him as possible. What's his favorite food, who is parent's are, what size pants do he wear, how frequently he goes to the bathroom, everything. You understand? I want a report back at the end of every week during summer band camp." Todd said, his paws still going through Dontae's head fur as he bobbed on his cock.
Dontae nodded again and started to massage Todd's full balls. He took the tiger's cock out of his mouth and started sucking his balls. Todd's cock spurted a few jets of pre as he took it out of his muzzle. His face fur was slick and sticky because of the sheer volume of pre cum that came out of the tip of his feline cock. Dontae put it back into his muzzle and began to suck as hard as he could, applying much pressure with his canine tongue on his pink shaft.
Todd began to tense up. He pulled back from the wolf making sure that his cock was completely out of his muzzle. Todd held the wolf's head back, grabbed his feline cock and began stroking it. He came all over Dontae's chest fur. Jet after jet of hot tiger cum landed on the wolf's chest. Dontae felt deprived. He wanted Todd's cum in his muzzle.
"You don't get to taste me until after I get what I want." Todd said as he squeezed out the last few drops of cum on to Dontae's chest. The wolf's grey fur was white and dripping with his cum. Todd smiled then wiped the cum off the tip of his cock into his hand and ran it through Dontae's head fur. Todd looked down at the wolf's hard member pressing against the fabric of his jeans. A small wet spot was on his jeans. It was just pre cum.
"You can take care of that when you get home." Todd said. He zipped up his jeans and went over to the sink to wash his hands. "Remember what I said. Get as much information about John as you can and at the end of the week if I like your report, I'll let you taste every drop." he said as he walked out of the bathroom. Dontae was still on his knees covered in the tiger's cum. He got up and wiped his chest clean with his paws and licked it clean. It was cold and wasn't as good but he used the tiger's cum as lube as he stroked his own member standing by the sink. Dontae stroked his wolf cock vigorously and fast. He came hard on the sink. His cum ran down white tile under the sink top. He licked his paws clean and left his cum on the sink. No one would care in the dirty mens bathroom. There was piss on the floor and old used condoms in the stalls. Dontae grabbed his big baritone case and left our of the bathroom.
He went home and took a long shower. His parents were not home, it was only a little after 3pm. They usually got home at around 6 or 7. Dontae thought about how he was going to get the information about his ex-section leader, John Madison. "But why is Todd trying to pay so much attention to John?" Dontae thought during his shower. He just shook the thought and started thinking about the reward.
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