(If people want to use this trope, go right ahead. I just want the fic links. š)
For those who arenāt in band, or know nothing of band, or specifically Marching Band, Iāll clue you in.
The Drum Major is the highest elected student leader in the Marching Band, organizing everything the directors arenāt, from Bus forms, to making sure everyone has their shit, to keeping people on task in rehearsal, with their most commonly known task being conducting the band. Usually there are about two in a marching band, but there can be up to about four, maybe five, though Iāve never personally seen five in a band. This person is reliable, usually pretty organized to an extent, responsible, and all that other stuff.
The First Snare is the person who is the student leader of the drum line. This person keeps the tempo, with the drum line helping the band itself keeping time and not tearing up the sound. From what I can tell, drum players are either very chill, go with the flow, or completely in, nothing else matters but the band. There is no in between, but character stuff is pretty easy to change so, do what you want. š
(Anyone in marching band, tell me if Iām wrong about anything from drum line or drum major stuff. I appreciate constructive criticism, thanks!)
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Now, hear me out. What got me thinking about this, is that to keep the tempo steady, the Drum Majors who are leading the band watch the First Snareās feet and hands. Which is how the band keeps tempo so well, since the drum majors are in sync with what the drum line is doing. See where Iām going with this?? First Snare flirts with the Drum Major, or the other way around, and something happens, badda-bing badda-boom. āParentsā of the band the rest of the year.
Also, both positions are usually occupied by seniors. Do with that what you will.
Destiel (Dean Winchester x Castiel / Supernatural)
> I would put Castiel as Drum Major, and Dean as First Snare, because I would like Sam as the supportive younger brother who also wants to join Marching Band/drum line when he gets to High School. (Also back problems Dean, so.) Also Gabe as one of the other section leaders makes me happy.
Percabeth (Percy Jackson x Anabeth Chase /PJO)
> I honestly think it would be fun to put Percy as the really chill Drum Major, and Annabeth as the no nonsense first snare, but do with that what you will.
Bagginshield (Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield /The Hobbit)
> Modern AU Hobbit my beloved. Anyways, Iām not sure who I would put where, because on the one hand, no nonsense drum major Thorin who lightens up when he meets First Snare Bilbo who tells him off when heās too stern with one of the freshmen. On the other hand, stern but kind drum major Bilbo who is way too easily flustered when it comes to first snare Thorin, and gets teased by his friends in the band. Either way, Iād absolutely love it.
Cool. If you want to write fics with this, I donāt care. Just tell me so I can read it. You have any questions about band dynamics or other sections, either google it or ask me. If you ask me, just comment and Iāll reply as soon as I can.
Enjoy the Trope!!
~Bookie
I love shoving my drum majors into bunny costumes
Why are we like this? Good question! Let's start in the beginning.
By the beginning, I mean middle school, by the way. Middle school - when you start embracing the fact that band is your life now and you cant escape it! All your friends have either left you or joined band because you dont have a life!
Then, high school rolls around. Most of middle school band wants their friends back at this point, so they abandon band and do, idk, cheerleading or smth for popularity!
Then there are the diehard band nerds. These people stay in band through high school. They, near the conclusion of band camp, are admitted into the Marching Band Cult.
A cult is extreme for this, you say? Ah, that's where you're wrong! We regularly worship our Marching Band Gods and pray that we dont face plant. We hold a sacrafice of one trumpet or flute player a year, as their sections are too crowded anyway. We bleed for band, especially when our instruments are wanted for attempted murder, but we love our children. Most of our instruments are named really weirdly. We have led the new ones into this trap.
The ones who esca- leave think that they made a mistake joining in the first place, but how wrong they are. As you join us, the attention whistle sounds, a circle forms in the background, you are home.
"You guys sound like a wet, soggy potato chip."
"Why are the sousas all twerking with their sousas around their waists?"
"You all like soggy potato chips?"
"I like soup!"
"Is squad zero people the people who dont have their instruments?"
"You're going to eggplant arent you."
"I want a peach."
"Hold me back, sir."
"I'm moist."
"Look out for the puddle of suffering."
"mY sOcKs aRe dAMp"
"I RAN AND IT WAS A MISTAKE."
"The puddle is suffering, death is going inside and still walking in water because it's in your shoes."
"I want to kermit go home."
"(Trumpet) LOOKS LIKE AN ANTELOPE"
"We must discuss those two's removal from the trumpet party."
"You have to be a big tittie"
"WE NEED TO GO TO W A R"
"WhY are you a bIRd?"
"Its a weed cookie!"
"I am magenta and therefore I dont exist."
"I. AM. A. SHRUB."
"Oh god, they're forming a circle."
"Its crop top season!"
"I ate a small child. I'm not sorry."
"Theres pot brownies by the trumpet tree!"
"Cooking class contraband - you cant bring in premade cookies"
āYou havenāt tried either and therefore you are nothing.ā
āAAAAHHH MY FAMILY!ā -Alumni
āGive us the tinfoil, weāre making a wall.ā
"I can see the shit stain on the back of your pants."
"Hippity hoppity, all of your family is now my property."
"CHOO CHOO!"
"Band directors dont eat."
"WHAT ARE YOU AN ANIMAL?!"
"You're actually f**king Jesus!"
"Do you think if I just stood in the road a car would hit me?"
"Why is there a frog on your head"
"We look like a cult."
"We are a cult."
"Could you please take the frog off of your head its distracting everyone."
"Its suns out guns out bois."
"Ooh you looking extra thicc today"
"JOIN THE ARMY"
"I was twirling and your locker was in my way!"
"Wow that sounds like jazz band!"
"Your trumpet is a dad."
"I hate my section almost as much as I hate myself."
"That's not funky fresh. It's the opposite of funky fresh... not funky fresh."
"Let's switch trumpets"
"IS THAT A PHONE?"
"I definitely played all of those notes correctly."
*Lightning on the feild*
Literally Everybody: We're human lightning rods!!!!
Literally Everybody: *Sticks instruments and flags into the air as high as they possibly can*