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Hey Band Geeks! Now what could be more fun for you Pirates fans? Well, doing a PotC show of course! Band humor, romance, and some good old fashioned band people kidding around! Pirates (c) to Disney Note: These characters are inspired by people in my band, though situations and names have been altered, for the most part they are like they're real- life counter-parts. Read, enjoy, review! ^ . ^
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As I walked into the band room, I being Erica Jasper, I imediately headed to the small room known as the director's office. For a second, I though that no one else was here, but when I swung through the doorway I found myself face-to-face with several of my favorite band members. This was the normal crowd around here, seeing as it was during the summer. Mr. Jamous was sitting in his computer chair, our band co-captain Josh Ferra was on the rickety old stoll that would throw you off in a moments notice, and everyone else was standing of leaning against the music shelves. The others included Mark Muuric, a tenor sax, James Gerrald, a bass drummer, Holly Smothers, a clarinet like myself, and a somebody named Jack Parry, a mellophone of admirable skill.
"Hey everybody! What are we going through today?" I asked as I took position leaning against the doorframe.
What I was referring to was the large and tedious task that we were all here volunteering for. Josh Ferra was working on his Eagle Scout badge, and as his community service task, we had to re-organize, re-shelf, and basically go through the entire music library. After working on it for a month, we were starting to make some actual progress.
"Well,"Mr.Jamous spoke up,"We've gone throw almost all of the concert and marching music, so we'll finish that up today and start on our Jazz Band stuff." He nodded with a half-proud, half-sad, and very tired look.
"Well, at least we only have the Jazz Band." I said hopefully.
Mr. Jamous frowned a little and pointed to the two large cabinets labeled "Jazz Band Music". It was almost as buig as the concert music collection.
"Oh." I said, looking up at their tall expanse. A couple of those around me shrugged, then Mark abrubtly changed the subject to,"So what's the theme for this year?" There were a couple of murmered "Yeah"s and "C'mon"s, but Mr.Jamous shook his head.
"We're just really undecided, but we still have a couple of months before we have to have drill so..." he let it trail off.
"C'mon, let's do...oh I don't know...Pirates of the Caribbean!" I piped up.
Murmured "Ooo"s and "Ahhhh"s filled the tiny space. A few nodded and looked to Mr.Jamous expectantly.
"Eeeeeeehh..."He looked doubtful.
"Oh c'mon, Mr.Jamous! Have you heard that score?" I asked, looking put down.
"It's beautiful and it makes a good marching beat."Jack remarked. Jack had marched Drum Corps last summer and his opinion on something marching related was respected.
I looked up and smiled at Jack as if I was saying,"Yes! Thanks!" He smiled at me out of the corner of his eye, then winked at me and gazed back at Mr. Jamous, hoping to prove his point.
Mr.Jamous looked up at Jack and held his gaze for a minute, thinking.
"I don't know, it's not very traditional to do a popular movie." He frowned and looked out the open office door to the empty chairs and percussion equipment.
"Ahem!"Josh cleared his throat,"Star Wars, Grease, Titanic, Batman, Lion King..."He counted off on his fingers at each one, his deep voice resonating well in the cramped environment.
Mr.Jamous waved his hand at him to cut him off and blankly said,"Point noted." Then thought for a second and smiled remembering those shows he had seen with those themes.
"C'mon," Holly spoke up,"We can get our hands on some music, put it to drill and wa-la! New show!" She waved her hands to emphasize.
"Yeah! And Jack can be our Jack Sparrow!"James exclaimed.
Jack looked startled at hearing his name being called and the idea of him being a crazy visual.
"Oh I don't know,"Mark answered, Sparrow's more lanky, Jack is built.
Jack's entire body posture relaxed.
"So?"James persisted.
It was very true that Jack was handsome, built, and had perfect posture. With his dark brown hair, bright eyes, and quiet manner, he was quite the catch in my view. He played Mellophone with beautiful clarity and dynamics, and was always as sweet and mannered as any girl could want.
"But what music?" Mr.Jamous asked,"It's a new movie, I don't think anything been written for it for marchers."
"Well, let's look then." I said.
"I'll look,"Mr.Jamous said,"You guys start with those cabinets, right there." He pointed and reluctantly we scuttled over to them. Josh got up on the rickety stool very slowy and reached up to the topmost filing cabinet and opened it.
"They're a commin' down!" He said as he grabbed bundles of heavy folders and handed them down to awaiting band members.
I sat with Mark and Jack at the "sorting tables". Well, it wasn't really sat next to as much as it was sat in sight of, because sorting each individual piece of music into the appropriate order for filing (ie Flutes, Piccolo, Clarinet, Eb Clarinet, Bass Clarinet, Oboe, etc...) took up half of each table. Mark was sitting diagonal to me at the same table, while Jack sat next to me, though working at the table behind me.
I sighed as I put,"Seasame Street," into the correct order.
"There's no second trumpet part in this." I said dully.
Jack leaned over to see,"Is there supposed to be one?"
"There's supposed to be four." I said slightly sarcasticly as I turned and smiled.
He frowned a little and asked,"And you looked through every paper?"
"Yeeeeeaaap," I nodded once, staring again at the part. By this time, the lines and letters were beggining to blur together.
"Oh well, poor trumpets." Jack grinned mischieviously, and went back to his piece.
"Ahhh well..." I sighed again.
"Blast..."Mark frowned.
"What?" I asked and loked up. He was going franticly through his papers. "No part? No conductor's score?" I asked.
"No Tenor Sax!" He exclaimed. "There should be a Tenor in everything!"
"Ahhh,"I said understandingly.
We were then interupted from our riveting experiance by Mr.Jamous coming out and grabbing a chair at our table next to me. He sighed and said...
"No Pirates music out there."
"Awww. None?"
"Zip."
"Well, the main themes and the notes are easy enough,"I said after a moment,"We can make our own scores! We have a few talented composers." I turned and gave a meaningful look at Jack.
He looked at me back and mouthed,"I'm not that good!! I couldn't possibly - "
"Jack?" Mr.Jamous asked,"You have experiance with writing music?"
Jack smiled a little un-emthusiastic and un-comfortable,"Yes sir, a little."
"Well, what do you think? Are the rythyms easy?" Mr.Jamous leaned forward and clasped his hands together, leaning on his knees. Looking exactly like a police interrogator.
"Well, sure, the rythyms are, but I can't -" Jack smiled very uncomfortably.
Mr.Jamous cut him off,"Gooood! That's just great."
"But sir!" Jack looked at him pleadingly.
"Yes? What? What's the problem?"
"I can't do it alone!" He said, unfortunately he had unknowingly made it clear that he was capable of the task if he had help.
"Well of course not," Mr.Jamous said plainly. "Who else do you know of that has this kind of talent?"
Jack, snickered inside as he raised his hand up to propose me. "Erica has great ideas on rythyms and different parts!"
As soon as I saw his hand out of the corner of my eye, I turned and stared back at him. "I do not!" I whispered.
"Do too!" He whispered back.
"Do not!" I said, wanting to have the last word.
"Well, even if you don't, you do now!" He grinned sardonicly.
Mr.Jamous clapped his hands together once and rose from his seat,"Well then it's settled! You get me a score and I'll get you the drill!" He began to walk back to his office,"Oh and I'll get Amy Johnson to help you two out also, she can do the percussion part."
As soon as his door was shut I whipped around,"What the crap! I'm not good enough to compo- " But Jack cut me off with a raise of his finger,"If I have to do it, you have to too."
I frowned as I admitted to myself that I owed it to him since I had 'fed him to the wolves' so to speak. Besides, I cheered myself a little inside, I would be working almost totally alone with the boy for a lot of quality time. And that might perhaps open the doors to brand new opportunities, I smiled.
".....So.....When do you want to start working?" I asked.
"Well, I don;t think we'll be comming here anymore," He said, then leaned down and whispered,"Not that it's that much fun....unless you're here."
I smiled at the compliment as we both leaned up, then I began to feel as if I might blush as I realized the full intentions of that comment.
I wondered though, if it would be possible, Jack and I. I had never thought of myself as a truly beautiful girl, just...average. I was 5',4" with short brown hair, brown eyes, and light skin. I never really wore anything flirtatious of showy, typically jeans and a nice shirt when I wasn't in dress code. My features weren't anything spectacular to look at, but...as I thought of these things, I asked myself. "Do I really know what guys like? Maybe he could like me....maybe."
After a few minutes, we agreed to meet at my house that Saturday since I had the Pirates CD and Pirates matierial on my computer. As I sat there, finishing my task before lunch break. Little butterflies started flitting around in my stomach. I couldn't wait until Saturday.
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I really hope you guys review! And I really hope that you enjoy it!
Hey Band Geeks! Now what could be more fun for you Pirates fans? Well, doing a PotC show of course! Band humor, romance, and some good old fashioned band people kidding around! Pirates (c) to Disney Note: These characters are inspired by people in my band, though situations and names have been altered, for the most part they are like they're real- life counter-parts. Read, enjoy, review! ^ . ^
~^*v~v*^~
As I walked into the band room, I being Erica Jasper, I imediately headed to the small room known as the director's office. For a second, I though that no one else was here, but when I swung through the doorway I found myself face-to-face with several of my favorite band members. This was the normal crowd around here, seeing as it was during the summer. Mr. Jamous was sitting in his computer chair, our band co-captain Josh Ferra was on the rickety old stoll that would throw you off in a moments notice, and everyone else was standing of leaning against the music shelves. The others included Mark Muuric, a tenor sax, James Gerrald, a bass drummer, Holly Smothers, a clarinet like myself, and a somebody named Jack Parry, a mellophone of admirable skill.
"Hey everybody! What are we going through today?" I asked as I took position leaning against the doorframe.
What I was referring to was the large and tedious task that we were all here volunteering for. Josh Ferra was working on his Eagle Scout badge, and as his community service task, we had to re-organize, re-shelf, and basically go through the entire music library. After working on it for a month, we were starting to make some actual progress.
"Well,"Mr.Jamous spoke up,"We've gone throw almost all of the concert and marching music, so we'll finish that up today and start on our Jazz Band stuff." He nodded with a half-proud, half-sad, and very tired look.
"Well, at least we only have the Jazz Band." I said hopefully.
Mr. Jamous frowned a little and pointed to the two large cabinets labeled "Jazz Band Music". It was almost as buig as the concert music collection.
"Oh." I said, looking up at their tall expanse. A couple of those around me shrugged, then Mark abrubtly changed the subject to,"So what's the theme for this year?" There were a couple of murmered "Yeah"s and "C'mon"s, but Mr.Jamous shook his head.
"We're just really undecided, but we still have a couple of months before we have to have drill so..." he let it trail off.
"C'mon, let's do...oh I don't know...Pirates of the Caribbean!" I piped up.
Murmured "Ooo"s and "Ahhhh"s filled the tiny space. A few nodded and looked to Mr.Jamous expectantly.
"Eeeeeeehh..."He looked doubtful.
"Oh c'mon, Mr.Jamous! Have you heard that score?" I asked, looking put down.
"It's beautiful and it makes a good marching beat."Jack remarked. Jack had marched Drum Corps last summer and his opinion on something marching related was respected.
I looked up and smiled at Jack as if I was saying,"Yes! Thanks!" He smiled at me out of the corner of his eye, then winked at me and gazed back at Mr. Jamous, hoping to prove his point.
Mr.Jamous looked up at Jack and held his gaze for a minute, thinking.
"I don't know, it's not very traditional to do a popular movie." He frowned and looked out the open office door to the empty chairs and percussion equipment.
"Ahem!"Josh cleared his throat,"Star Wars, Grease, Titanic, Batman, Lion King..."He counted off on his fingers at each one, his deep voice resonating well in the cramped environment.
Mr.Jamous waved his hand at him to cut him off and blankly said,"Point noted." Then thought for a second and smiled remembering those shows he had seen with those themes.
"C'mon," Holly spoke up,"We can get our hands on some music, put it to drill and wa-la! New show!" She waved her hands to emphasize.
"Yeah! And Jack can be our Jack Sparrow!"James exclaimed.
Jack looked startled at hearing his name being called and the idea of him being a crazy visual.
"Oh I don't know,"Mark answered, Sparrow's more lanky, Jack is built.
Jack's entire body posture relaxed.
"So?"James persisted.
It was very true that Jack was handsome, built, and had perfect posture. With his dark brown hair, bright eyes, and quiet manner, he was quite the catch in my view. He played Mellophone with beautiful clarity and dynamics, and was always as sweet and mannered as any girl could want.
"But what music?" Mr.Jamous asked,"It's a new movie, I don't think anything been written for it for marchers."
"Well, let's look then." I said.
"I'll look,"Mr.Jamous said,"You guys start with those cabinets, right there." He pointed and reluctantly we scuttled over to them. Josh got up on the rickety stool very slowy and reached up to the topmost filing cabinet and opened it.
"They're a commin' down!" He said as he grabbed bundles of heavy folders and handed them down to awaiting band members.
I sat with Mark and Jack at the "sorting tables". Well, it wasn't really sat next to as much as it was sat in sight of, because sorting each individual piece of music into the appropriate order for filing (ie Flutes, Piccolo, Clarinet, Eb Clarinet, Bass Clarinet, Oboe, etc...) took up half of each table. Mark was sitting diagonal to me at the same table, while Jack sat next to me, though working at the table behind me.
I sighed as I put,"Seasame Street," into the correct order.
"There's no second trumpet part in this." I said dully.
Jack leaned over to see,"Is there supposed to be one?"
"There's supposed to be four." I said slightly sarcasticly as I turned and smiled.
He frowned a little and asked,"And you looked through every paper?"
"Yeeeeeaaap," I nodded once, staring again at the part. By this time, the lines and letters were beggining to blur together.
"Oh well, poor trumpets." Jack grinned mischieviously, and went back to his piece.
"Ahhh well..." I sighed again.
"Blast..."Mark frowned.
"What?" I asked and loked up. He was going franticly through his papers. "No part? No conductor's score?" I asked.
"No Tenor Sax!" He exclaimed. "There should be a Tenor in everything!"
"Ahhh,"I said understandingly.
We were then interupted from our riveting experiance by Mr.Jamous coming out and grabbing a chair at our table next to me. He sighed and said...
"No Pirates music out there."
"Awww. None?"
"Zip."
"Well, the main themes and the notes are easy enough,"I said after a moment,"We can make our own scores! We have a few talented composers." I turned and gave a meaningful look at Jack.
He looked at me back and mouthed,"I'm not that good!! I couldn't possibly - "
"Jack?" Mr.Jamous asked,"You have experiance with writing music?"
Jack smiled a little un-emthusiastic and un-comfortable,"Yes sir, a little."
"Well, what do you think? Are the rythyms easy?" Mr.Jamous leaned forward and clasped his hands together, leaning on his knees. Looking exactly like a police interrogator.
"Well, sure, the rythyms are, but I can't -" Jack smiled very uncomfortably.
Mr.Jamous cut him off,"Gooood! That's just great."
"But sir!" Jack looked at him pleadingly.
"Yes? What? What's the problem?"
"I can't do it alone!" He said, unfortunately he had unknowingly made it clear that he was capable of the task if he had help.
"Well of course not," Mr.Jamous said plainly. "Who else do you know of that has this kind of talent?"
Jack, snickered inside as he raised his hand up to propose me. "Erica has great ideas on rythyms and different parts!"
As soon as I saw his hand out of the corner of my eye, I turned and stared back at him. "I do not!" I whispered.
"Do too!" He whispered back.
"Do not!" I said, wanting to have the last word.
"Well, even if you don't, you do now!" He grinned sardonicly.
Mr.Jamous clapped his hands together once and rose from his seat,"Well then it's settled! You get me a score and I'll get you the drill!" He began to walk back to his office,"Oh and I'll get Amy Johnson to help you two out also, she can do the percussion part."
As soon as his door was shut I whipped around,"What the crap! I'm not good enough to compo- " But Jack cut me off with a raise of his finger,"If I have to do it, you have to too."
I frowned as I admitted to myself that I owed it to him since I had 'fed him to the wolves' so to speak. Besides, I cheered myself a little inside, I would be working almost totally alone with the boy for a lot of quality time. And that might perhaps open the doors to brand new opportunities, I smiled.
".....So.....When do you want to start working?" I asked.
"Well, I don;t think we'll be comming here anymore," He said, then leaned down and whispered,"Not that it's that much fun....unless you're here."
I smiled at the compliment as we both leaned up, then I began to feel as if I might blush as I realized the full intentions of that comment.
I wondered though, if it would be possible, Jack and I. I had never thought of myself as a truly beautiful girl, just...average. I was 5',4" with short brown hair, brown eyes, and light skin. I never really wore anything flirtatious of showy, typically jeans and a nice shirt when I wasn't in dress code. My features weren't anything spectacular to look at, but...as I thought of these things, I asked myself. "Do I really know what guys like? Maybe he could like me....maybe."
After a few minutes, we agreed to meet at my house that Saturday since I had the Pirates CD and Pirates matierial on my computer. As I sat there, finishing my task before lunch break. Little butterflies started flitting around in my stomach. I couldn't wait until Saturday.
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I really hope you guys review! And I really hope that you enjoy it!