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Colt Scofield sat in the band room waiting for the poor excuses for musicians to file into class. They were nerds the whole lot of them the first day of class everyone in the drumlin asked for his signature on their drums. The whole band class clammed to be the biggest fan of Midnight Flame, well for that matter the whole school did. The only reason he was with this group was because it was better than getting expelled or getting community service. He was caught smoking weed and skipping class with his newest girlfriend for the 15th time so finally the principal (another number 1 fan) said he had to join the Vanguard or else. Not only did this interfere with his personal life but his touring season with the Flame. It was the seconded week of class so he wasn't surprised when a group of 7 or 8 students came out of the band room closet at the ringing of the bell. Colt had no idea why they sat in closet in complete darkness and did nothing. He had asked why once thinking the band kids were sexually involved instead he was told that they sat and giggled at each other while they cleaned there interments. Class started and the teacher continued to treat him like he had never touched the drums in all his life. The teacher taught his the basic scales and techniques on how to drum (which were by the way was nothing close to the way he normally played) along with how to play the songs for the football games. The captain of the drumlin also treated him like an amateur instead of the professional he was. Colt was pissed of to say the least at the whole situation not to mention the stupid songs that they played. The first game was tomorrow for the for the football team and luckily in a school tradition Midnight Flame always played the halftime field show. Setting on a stool playing his lucky flame red drums he could do, marching in a Vanguard line he was a little iffy at (not practicing does that to you).

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Colt Scofield sat in the band room waiting for the poor excuses for musicians to file into class. They were nerds the whole lot of them the first day of class everyone in the drumlin asked for his signature on their drums. The whole band class clammed to be the biggest fan of Midnight Flame, well for that matter the whole school did. The only reason he was with this group was because it was better than getting expelled or getting community service. He was caught smoking weed and skipping class with his newest girlfriend for the 15th time so finally the principal (another number 1 fan) said he had to join the Vanguard or else. Not only did this interfere with his personal life but his touring season with the Flame. It was the seconded week of class so he wasn't surprised when a group of 7 or 8 students came out of the band room closet at the ringing of the bell. Colt had no idea why they sat in closet in complete darkness and did nothing. He had asked why once thinking the band kids were sexually involved instead he was told that they sat and giggled at each other while they cleaned there interments. Class started and the teacher continued to treat him like he had never touched the drums in all his life. The teacher taught his the basic scales and techniques on how to drum (which were by the way was nothing close to the way he normally played) along with how to play the songs for the football games. The captain of the drumlin also treated him like an amateur instead of the professional he was. Colt was pissed of to say the least at the whole situation not to mention the stupid songs that they played. The first game was tomorrow for the for the football team and luckily in a school tradition Midnight Flame always played the halftime field show. Setting on a stool playing his lucky flame red drums he could do, marching in a Vanguard line he was a little iffy at (not practicing does that to you).