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The sound of several hundred instruments hit in one, spectacular moment, blasting through the air in a ripping explosion. The first hit of the marching band show, with a build-up of around thirty seconds, finally reached its first peak. And compared to the rest of the world, the peak of the Skyview High School Marching Polar's was that of Mount Everest.

Even in Arthur's bedroom, the sound of their synchronous blasts of tone vibrated his headphones and forced him to lower the volume. If they were there in-person the room would crash like colliding with a freight train, the walls tearing apart, objects falling from shelves, and floor mats shuffling around. And considering the power was only coming from sound, not any physical threat, Arthur gazed at his phone's screen wide-eyed.

Before he had time to get comfortable, the players on the professional-grade football field began to move, independent of each other in a crazed dash, yet all stepping down to the beat of the music. After another quick build-up in the music, the entire band planted their feet back on the ground, changing their general shape from a rectangle to two monstrous eyes, glaring back at the young teen from the LED screen.

It was confident, it was bombastic… it had so much style and everything that could ever catch Arthur's attention. He wanted to be a part of it… he wanted to be a part of the main stage.