intros and drummers

This is set in twenty eleven and i'm going to model it after my marching band season. twenty eleven was the start of my freshman year, but i was in color guard not D-line. All other rappers exist, EXCEPT Eminem ( obviously). R for future... things and bad language in the future.

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          I walk into the band room the first day of band camp. My electric green ear-buds in my ears blasting the newest rap music. I adjust the strap of my green and black sports top and shove my way through the crowded stinky room. I make my way up the hideously carpeted steps of the band room and open the drum room door. I scan the room. All of the drummers are here and i was the last one. Great. I shut the door behind me and all the drummers turn to look. " Hi." I simply state, taking out one of my ear buds. Our section leader responds back first, " Hi. Glad you made it, Wolf. Your brothers told me a lot about you." My brothers whom have already graduated and were also snare players.Everyone calls me wolf. Not just because it's my last  name but because i have unusual gray brown hair and sharp, piercing green eyes. " Well everyone, gather round! Intro time!" He yells unenthusiastic. everyone arranges themselves, sitting in a circle jutting off from the ends of a couch put snugly in the middle of the large drum room. The seniors took their place on the couch with the section leader in the middle, and it started: " I'm Josh, your section leader i play tenor," he began  then it was Sami, a snare player and a junior, Marcus ( a senior) , Renee ( freshman), Jenna (senior),  Michael ( junior) and  Caleb ( sophomore), who are all on the base line. Then three more tenor players; Adrian, DeShaun and Kristina who are a junior, freshman and senior respectively.The rest of the snare line began. A guy named Zachery who is a sophomore, and a girl named named Rachel ,another senior, introduce themselves. Finally I hear the last voice speak up " Hi. I'm Marshall Mathers, a snare player and a freshman." He roped me in. Beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair that i can tell was dyed and a smooth voice. Before I could scan him any further, Josh started talking again, " Okay! Pick up your drums and lets get out there and march!" Cheers exploded in the room and a rustle to find harnesses and drums. I pick up my cold metal snare harness and attach the drum. I whip my newly taped, white drum sticks out of my soccer short pocket and tune the drum.All of the drummers slowly file out of the room organized by drum. I stand right behind Marshall and can't help but imagine his face again. After a while I hear someone snapping in front of my face. I snap out of my dream to find Marshall facing me. " Hey are you okay?" He asks me a little impatiently. I immediately respond, " Yeah sorry. Just having a day dream that's all." I hear a small chuckle escape his lips. " Well pay attention because were starting now. They're passing out drill sheets and music." He laughs at my answer too, " Oh. Cool. Awesome." I know that the reason he laughed because my answer probably sounded nervous and rushed. I mentally slap myself. Smooth Natalie smooth.