Musical Chairs

A war breaks out between two sworn rivals; Band and orchestra. After the war, a first seargent mourns his dying friend, drum major.

published on September 2412 reads 5 readers 4 not completed
Chapter 1.

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A scream.
A crash.
Silence.
Drum major collapsed to his knees, submitting to both his plague and his injuries. He felt colours flashing behind his eyes as they rolled back into his head, splashes of gold and red and white. His hair was a tousled mess of bright natural red, and his eyes a dull shade of grey. His red and white uniform was covered with ash, as was his freckled face.
Suddenly he heard a voice; Thick with an accent, firm and loud and clear. Calling a name, his name. Or rather, his title; Drum Major did not have a name. For that was all he was. A drum major, nothing more.
"Drum Major?! Drum Major!"  
First Seargent.
The seargent dashed over and slid into a kneel, then picked up his head and put it onto his lap.
"Drum Major."
"Seargent--"
"Are you alright?"
"Seargent."
"Are you alright?"
He repeated in a louder, clearer tone.
"Seargent, it's over."
The man jerked up, horror etched out onto his face. He had never really known true despair until that very moment. It was much like every cell in his body was slowly tearing itself apart, slowly killing him from the inside. He could not tear his eyes away from drum major, as much as he wanted to; That pale, plague ridden face, and his thick eyelashes had always been something that seargent liked.
"No, no, do not give up on me! Stay here, Drum Major, you are going to be alright."
"Seargent, I need to tell you something."
He gasped tearfully.
"Drum Major."
"Seargent..."
"Tell me."
Drum major gave a few laboured coughs.
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"...Suck my baton."

"...Fûck you."
He choked back tears.
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WaitForIt
We should contenue this as a joke where the Drum Major somehow survived-
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roger.the.boi
Yes--
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roger.the.boi
Y E S
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WaitForIt
FIRST SEARGENT SITTING IN HIS LIVING ROOM DRINKING COFFEE AND DRUM MAJOR SUDDENLY CLIMBING THROUGH THE WINDOW LIKE "AYYY, HOW'S LIFE?"
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