His hands. The hands that keep the whole band together. How much I wished to hold them. His eyes. The beautiful forest green orbs that watched over us, both on the field and off. How much I wanted them to look into my own, drowning me in endless happiness. My name is Scarlet Miller, and I'm here to tell you how I fell in love with the drum major. (This will contain a lot of band vocabulary, as it is a book greatly involving band, if you don't know what a term means, don't be afraid to ask! I don't bite!)