It was summer and her parents wanted to keep her busy, so they decided she should go to summer school. They signed her up for Marching Band thinking that all that exercise would be good for her. “Well, hot dog!” she thought, “120 degrees in the shade. Six weeks of marching in the hot desert sun. Yahoo.” (Not)
They tried her out on the glockenspiel. That was fun until she realized that she would have to carry it on one hip, read music, march, and play at the same time.
The cymbals were her next assignment. It just so happened that the band was requested at the opening ceremony of a new big business area downtown. She just couldn’t understand when she had to slap those brass fuckers together. It was a disaster! The director kept signalling her when to clap, but she just couldn’t get it right. She was either too early or too late. Finally she just banged them together on every beat.
The director just shook his head in dismay and assigned her to the drum room. He told the drum major to take her under his wing and do something with her. Well, now this was just fine and dandy! She was delighted when she walked into the drum room and saw all the luscious guys she was going to hook up with.
They put her on the tenor drum. She had really good rhythm, so she learned all the cadences very quickly, and she had great enthusiasm for it. She hated the marching, but she loved the drums. She wanted to stay with it in spite of the great physical effort it took to strap the thing down over her boobs, and the way the drum kept bouncing uncomfortably off the top of her thighs every time she took a step.
She loved being in the drum room with all the guys. She was the only girl and there was an ethnic mix in there that was very agreeable to her. She had recently developed an attraction to black guys, and here she would have her pick.
Kristie culled one out of the herd for her attentions. He was a creamy chocolate drop with smooth clear brown skin, a nice smile, and a playful spirit. He planned to pick her up at her house and take a drive up to the point for some messing around.
He drove to her neighborhood at the appointed time and parked across the street from her house. A nosy neighbor, suspicious of a young black kid parked in an all white neighborhood at a late hour, called the sheriff. The sheriff came by, shined his lights on the poor frightened teen, and sternly instructed him to drive straight home.
It was the end of her summer adventure before it even began. She never did get to hook up with any of the guys. The chocolate drop wouldn’t even talk to her. She was on restriction again… and her parents pulled her out of Marching Band. “Humph! I could have been a great drummer,” she lamented.
(First published 3/26/12)
