PROLOGUE

The last day of our three years at Falcon Cove, and by the end we were all crying. And by us, I mean all the band kids. We were moving on, not going to all the same schools. It was sad for us; our three years of being in the band room as a family were soon to be broken up by years of high school. We would of course cling to the past a little, but our eyes were bright with the thought of the future. We said our last goodbyes, gave our last hugs, and off to the summer we went. Not a one of us could wait until the next week, in which we would be facing the every day four-hour challenges of mini-band camp for the marchers. We really didn’t know just what we were getting into.