Disclaimer: All Harry Potter things belong to J.K. Rowling, and some other
people who I'm too lazy to even write their names down. Mr. Neves belongs
to himself, as do The Three Stooges, and the Supreme Court Leaders. Harry
Potter fanatics are some of my way cool friends who are in my first period
Symphonic Band class, so they also belong to themselves. I on the other
hand belong to some crazed, idiotic writer who hates the way she writes and
wishes she could write as well as Cassandra Claire. (AN/I know that this
isn't what you're supposed to put in disclaimers, but I just had to say
it!) Oh and I'm sorry for dissing on myself, I know my friends are going to
kill me for writing this. So, without further ado the story:
The Day That Harry Came to My Band Class
There I was sitting in band class listening to Mr. Neves talk about The Three Stooges, and their names being the names of Supreme Court Leaders; when in walked a boy. He was tall, dark, handsome, and he had a little bit of muscle. He was carrying a large case that held some sort of musical instrument.
Mr. Neves took no notice of the boy. But a few girls that had read Harry Potter recognized him. I mean, who couldn't?
After a few minutes the boy just sat down in between the Bass Clarinets and the Saxophones. He then proceeded to take out his instrument. He had the only instrument the band didn't really have, a bassoon.
As soon as he was ready to play Mr. Neves told us to take out "Mars" and play. The boy (who we later found out was Harry) somehow knew how to play "Mars," and perfectly too.
Half a second into the song Mr. Neves stopped the band and said, "Wow it almost sounds like there's a bassoon in here."
A few of the girls started to giggle nonstop, including me.
By the time Mr. Neves had calmed us down; Harry and his bassoon were gone.
AN/Isn't that a sad story? ::cries from all:: I know, sometimes these stories are so angusty. But on a happier note Harry did come back to band class every other Friday. ::sighs:: I miss him. He played bassoon for the band like no other guy (or girl) could. Tomorrow's Friday, Harry's coming to my first period band class. Wish me luck. Oh, and don't forget to eat lots, and lots of cheese!
The blond who's addicted to Harry Potter,
Ms. Blonde
The Day That Harry Came to My Band Class
There I was sitting in band class listening to Mr. Neves talk about The Three Stooges, and their names being the names of Supreme Court Leaders; when in walked a boy. He was tall, dark, handsome, and he had a little bit of muscle. He was carrying a large case that held some sort of musical instrument.
Mr. Neves took no notice of the boy. But a few girls that had read Harry Potter recognized him. I mean, who couldn't?
After a few minutes the boy just sat down in between the Bass Clarinets and the Saxophones. He then proceeded to take out his instrument. He had the only instrument the band didn't really have, a bassoon.
As soon as he was ready to play Mr. Neves told us to take out "Mars" and play. The boy (who we later found out was Harry) somehow knew how to play "Mars," and perfectly too.
Half a second into the song Mr. Neves stopped the band and said, "Wow it almost sounds like there's a bassoon in here."
A few of the girls started to giggle nonstop, including me.
By the time Mr. Neves had calmed us down; Harry and his bassoon were gone.
AN/Isn't that a sad story? ::cries from all:: I know, sometimes these stories are so angusty. But on a happier note Harry did come back to band class every other Friday. ::sighs:: I miss him. He played bassoon for the band like no other guy (or girl) could. Tomorrow's Friday, Harry's coming to my first period band class. Wish me luck. Oh, and don't forget to eat lots, and lots of cheese!
The blond who's addicted to Harry Potter,
Ms. Blonde