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Last night, accompanied by my ex roommate who moved to hell, the girl down the street that doesn't talk above a whisper, a friend from high school, and the Boy Who Bruised My Heart, I went to see a DCI show. I think this is my fourth to go see, and finally, my favorite corps won, the Madison Scouts!
So, of course, I wanted to share the hotness that is boys wearing uniforms and bonding together for months on end and what I found surprised even me. Apparently the majority of their time is spent walking around half-naked and hugging (in the they couldn't show it on the Disney channel way). HERE
And a preview just in case you don't believe me.
I have that shirt!
And of course, the all-male-color guard led to inappropriate thoughts on my behalf, which in turn (logically, of course) led to me thinking about what the Star Wars universe would do with a drum corps. Anakin would be the drama queen saber leader, Obi-Wan would play the horn, Mace would play low brass, the Sith would comprise the drum line, and Yoda the director, would be.
Thus, this sillyness was born.
Obi-Wan swallowed nervously and thought about detouring around the sight in front of him, and then decided that would only draw more attention to him. He was already having a hard enough time fitting in with the loud and outrageous horn line; he didn’t need anything else hanging over his head. But he wasn’t going to look, much.
Anakin Skywalker lounged on one of the empty pit carts, his head tilted back and saber braced between his legs and running up his chest. It was the first week of practice and strictly speaking, not hot enough to necessitate the removal of clothing, yet Anakin never lost the opportunity to wander around half-naked. Not that Obi-Wan was complaining.
“Drill we must learn,” their director’s voice rang out through the sound equipment, startling Obi-Wan back towards his section. “Instruments on the sideline must be.”
Sighing, Obi-Wan changed course in mid step and smacked right into Anakin who must have gotten up the second that Obi-Wan had passed him. Never having been this close to those green eyes before, it took Obi-Wan a moment to collect himself enough to utter an apology. Anakin said nothing, only smirked and winked, brushing closely behind Obi-Wan as he moved off to collect his other saber guards.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes; he should have figured that Anakin would be one of the snotty kinds. He placed his horn in line with the others and pulled out his drill sheet to find his first mark. He got in place on the forty-five yard line and took a closer look at the choreography, he was a soloist for this song, and it looked like he’d be matched up with a member of the guard for it.
Suddenly, he had a very bad feeling about this.
“I saw you looking at me,” a voice drawled from behind him, the tone sounding at once bored and accusatory.
“I was not,” Obi-Wan replied immediately and then cursed how pathetic he sounded. Anakin only shrugged, a knowing gleam in his eye, and bent to start stretching out his legs. His shorts rode up showing what looked like to Obi-Wan a mile of leg, his back bent flexing different muscles and causing a low fire to begin in Obi-Wan’s stomach.
A high pitch screech startled him out of his appraisal and made him cover his ears looking up at the scaffolding where the director still had not gotten the hang of his mobile microphone. “Guard, behind the brass you should be until finished the first solo is,” he said and then looked down at Obi-Wan and Anakin. “Anakin, know what to do, you do.”
“Yes, sir,” Anakin said, saluting in a way that Obi-Wan was sure was not quite genuine. He finished stretching and approached Obi-Wan who, for his part, did his best to look nonchalant and probably only managed a slightly sick look.
Anakin put both hands on his shoulders, turning Obi-Wan until he faced the pressbox and then stepped in closely enough that his chest pressed against Obi-Wan’s back. Trying not to shiver in the warmth of mid afternoon, Obi-Wan put his arms up in playing position, his hands clasped in front of his face.
“I switched numbers, you know,” Anakin whispered in his ears, arms coming up from behind to hug Obi-Wan’s midsection.
“Wh-what?” Obi-Wan asked whipping his head around before he thought about just how close that would bring their faces. He quickly faced forward, heat flushing his cheeks.
“When I looked at the chart and found you, I switched with Septo so I could partner with you,” Anakin said, a smile evident in his tone. He pushed his face closer into Obi-Wan’s neck and breathed deeply, Obi-Wan couldn’t repress the shiver this time.
“Oh.”
Anakin bumped into him slightly forcing Obi-Wan to brace himself and push backwards into Anakin’s confident form. “That’s all you’ve got to say?” he teased mouthing Obi-Wan’s jaw and licking up to his ear.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan had a very good feeling.
“Maul, count us off you will,” the director said to the strangely tattooed snare leader, but Obi-Wan for one was too distracted to care.
So, of course, I wanted to share the hotness that is boys wearing uniforms and bonding together for months on end and what I found surprised even me. Apparently the majority of their time is spent walking around half-naked and hugging (in the they couldn't show it on the Disney channel way). HERE
And a preview just in case you don't believe me.
I have that shirt!
And of course, the all-male-color guard led to inappropriate thoughts on my behalf, which in turn (logically, of course) led to me thinking about what the Star Wars universe would do with a drum corps. Anakin would be the drama queen saber leader, Obi-Wan would play the horn, Mace would play low brass, the Sith would comprise the drum line, and Yoda the director, would be.
Thus, this sillyness was born.
Obi-Wan swallowed nervously and thought about detouring around the sight in front of him, and then decided that would only draw more attention to him. He was already having a hard enough time fitting in with the loud and outrageous horn line; he didn’t need anything else hanging over his head. But he wasn’t going to look, much.
Anakin Skywalker lounged on one of the empty pit carts, his head tilted back and saber braced between his legs and running up his chest. It was the first week of practice and strictly speaking, not hot enough to necessitate the removal of clothing, yet Anakin never lost the opportunity to wander around half-naked. Not that Obi-Wan was complaining.
“Drill we must learn,” their director’s voice rang out through the sound equipment, startling Obi-Wan back towards his section. “Instruments on the sideline must be.”
Sighing, Obi-Wan changed course in mid step and smacked right into Anakin who must have gotten up the second that Obi-Wan had passed him. Never having been this close to those green eyes before, it took Obi-Wan a moment to collect himself enough to utter an apology. Anakin said nothing, only smirked and winked, brushing closely behind Obi-Wan as he moved off to collect his other saber guards.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes; he should have figured that Anakin would be one of the snotty kinds. He placed his horn in line with the others and pulled out his drill sheet to find his first mark. He got in place on the forty-five yard line and took a closer look at the choreography, he was a soloist for this song, and it looked like he’d be matched up with a member of the guard for it.
Suddenly, he had a very bad feeling about this.
“I saw you looking at me,” a voice drawled from behind him, the tone sounding at once bored and accusatory.
“I was not,” Obi-Wan replied immediately and then cursed how pathetic he sounded. Anakin only shrugged, a knowing gleam in his eye, and bent to start stretching out his legs. His shorts rode up showing what looked like to Obi-Wan a mile of leg, his back bent flexing different muscles and causing a low fire to begin in Obi-Wan’s stomach.
A high pitch screech startled him out of his appraisal and made him cover his ears looking up at the scaffolding where the director still had not gotten the hang of his mobile microphone. “Guard, behind the brass you should be until finished the first solo is,” he said and then looked down at Obi-Wan and Anakin. “Anakin, know what to do, you do.”
“Yes, sir,” Anakin said, saluting in a way that Obi-Wan was sure was not quite genuine. He finished stretching and approached Obi-Wan who, for his part, did his best to look nonchalant and probably only managed a slightly sick look.
Anakin put both hands on his shoulders, turning Obi-Wan until he faced the pressbox and then stepped in closely enough that his chest pressed against Obi-Wan’s back. Trying not to shiver in the warmth of mid afternoon, Obi-Wan put his arms up in playing position, his hands clasped in front of his face.
“I switched numbers, you know,” Anakin whispered in his ears, arms coming up from behind to hug Obi-Wan’s midsection.
“Wh-what?” Obi-Wan asked whipping his head around before he thought about just how close that would bring their faces. He quickly faced forward, heat flushing his cheeks.
“When I looked at the chart and found you, I switched with Septo so I could partner with you,” Anakin said, a smile evident in his tone. He pushed his face closer into Obi-Wan’s neck and breathed deeply, Obi-Wan couldn’t repress the shiver this time.
“Oh.”
Anakin bumped into him slightly forcing Obi-Wan to brace himself and push backwards into Anakin’s confident form. “That’s all you’ve got to say?” he teased mouthing Obi-Wan’s jaw and licking up to his ear.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan had a very good feeling.
“Maul, count us off you will,” the director said to the strangely tattooed snare leader, but Obi-Wan for one was too distracted to care.
