Ch 1: Mean Green Mother& The Plague
Part One: Mean Green Mother
Bridget ran down the hall, pushing some poor bystander out of the way and prayed that it wasn't a teacher. She rounded a sharp corner into the gym and to the side stairs to the stage. She jumped over volleyball net (the sports people in our school use our backstage area to store some of their stuff) and threw a door into the backstage/band room. Bridget took off her over-stuffed book bag and threw it on the ground.
"Hay! You could have broken the floor." Angel, one of the trumpets cried.
"No way." Said Tom, a freshmen drummer as he climbed down a ladder from the loft. " That floor's been around since the Dark Ages, it could only have improved it." Angel walked over and hit the ladder. "Hay!" Tom cried angrily as he jumped down. "You could've killed me!"
"No, really?" Angel asked as she picked up her math book. Laura, Tom's older sister and the Flag leader, walked in as Tom had jumped off the ladder.
"TOMAS! Don't jump off of that, you'll kill yourself and then I'll have to listen to mom and dad complain about the expenses of your funeral and I want to get into a good college-"
"I feel so loved." Tom said as he picked up his drumsticks and started to drum softly on a nearby stand. Bridget shook her head and stood outside the band director's door. It opened five minuets later and she nearly ran over Mike, the drum major.
"Wow." He said and wisely stepped back. She looked around the office, muttering to herself about "finding her baby".
"Hay, Bridget if your pregnant you're gonna get kicked out." Mikey, other drummer this on from the grade school, said as he walked in. Bridget glared at him and walked out into the backstage area.
"Ms. Ed," she called. The band director looked up from the stack of music she was sorting on the piano. "Do you know where my trombone is?" Bridget asked in dismay.
"Wasn't it in my office? If it isn't then try the back room." Bridget then ran into the "back room". (AN: The back room isn't in back of anywhere. It's just where we put all the drums, flags stuff, and uniforms.) She frowned as she walked down the small path that was between the fag stuff and the shelves where the other instruments are held.
"Aha." She picked up a huge, black case and hugged it.
"Oh, so that's what you meant by your baby?" Mikey asked. Bridget smiled and nodded as she walked out and placed the case down. She then got a chair and a stand and then proceeded to oil the slide, polish the trombone and practice the B flat concert scale. Tony, the Barry sax, shook his head when she got it right and started to do a happy dance. Bridget had just started to learn how to play trombone right before band camp (two weeks to be precise) and was still having some problems mastering the instrument. She was the only low brass player (unless you counted Tony) in the band. Everyone who was going to be their were pretty much set up so Ms. Ed started to hand out the music.
"This is the music for the St Patty's Day parade from hell that we somehow got roped into doing again." She said.
"Parade from hell?" Bridget asked. "You mean that there's one that's worse then The Shower of Roses one where we almost got trampled by all those old ladies?" Her eyes were wide at the memory of her second parade with the band.
"Oh, yah. This one takes forever and the weather's always bad and we're only doing it is because they pay us. Oh, yah there's always all these drunk people who hate our school there." Ms. Ed said simply as she handed Bridget her music. She then handed it to Margaret, anther trumpet player, who was next to Bridget. Margaret frowned at the music and raised her hand.
"Ms. Ed, I don't think that this song is going to work for a St. Patrick's Day parade." She stated.
"Why?" Ms. Ed asked.
"It's Mean Green Mother From Outer Space."
Part Two: The Plague
Bridget sighed as she forced herself to stay awake and copy her theology notes. This however was no small task since their teacher was about as exciting as watching paint dry. The notes were about the sacraments and all these little points underneath them. Tony's hand was in the air. Their teacher stopped and frowned at him.
"Tony."
"May I please go to the bathroom?" He asked. Bridget looked up. Tony NEVER asked to go to the bathroom. He didn't look too good. In fact he looked a little green.
~Oh no.~ She thought and looked back at her teach who didn't seem to completely grasp the severity of the situation. (What a surprise)
"Can't you weight for us to finish to finish these last two points?" Vroom. Tony was out of the room. "Maybe I should have given him a bucket or something." Bridget put her head down on her desk. Tony was out for the next two days. Then it was the weekend. Sunday Bridget got a fever of 102 and didn't go to school the next day. She had to content herself with watching Passions and other such daytime shows for the next two days. Then on Tuesday she went to the doctor. She was still with her childhood doctor because he always seemed to find some series of things wrong with her that he needed to check out. She sat in a baby room that had clowns all over the walls. Needless to say the poor trombone player was shrinking away from them, as any smart person in her potion would have been. Her doctor came in with a huge smile on his face.
"Alright Bridget, what's the matter with you?" He asked in a thickly accented voice. Bridget started to say something and had a coughing fit. "Ok, Bridget, coughing. You can stop now. Bridget!" She was doubled over but finally stopped. He found out what else what else was wrong with her and said that she couldn't go back till Thursday.
"But I'll miss anther practice and we have a big parade coming up. It's going to be televised and everything." She cried in dismay.
"Well then you'll just have to rest tomorrow and take all your medicines so that you'll be well for it. Oh, this medicine can cause drowsiness and dizziness." He said. Bridget's jaw was on the floor.
"I'm dizzy enough as it is and I'm TROMBONE player and your giving me that?" She asked and shook her head. "Man you know nothing about band people."
Ok, this is the end of the first chapter. The next chapter will be about my return to the band and what we did for our last week to prepare for the parade. The 3rd will be about the parade itself. I should get them out fairly quickly considering that the parade is today. Now I have to go get ready. Please review. Thanks.
Part One: Mean Green Mother
Bridget ran down the hall, pushing some poor bystander out of the way and prayed that it wasn't a teacher. She rounded a sharp corner into the gym and to the side stairs to the stage. She jumped over volleyball net (the sports people in our school use our backstage area to store some of their stuff) and threw a door into the backstage/band room. Bridget took off her over-stuffed book bag and threw it on the ground.
"Hay! You could have broken the floor." Angel, one of the trumpets cried.
"No way." Said Tom, a freshmen drummer as he climbed down a ladder from the loft. " That floor's been around since the Dark Ages, it could only have improved it." Angel walked over and hit the ladder. "Hay!" Tom cried angrily as he jumped down. "You could've killed me!"
"No, really?" Angel asked as she picked up her math book. Laura, Tom's older sister and the Flag leader, walked in as Tom had jumped off the ladder.
"TOMAS! Don't jump off of that, you'll kill yourself and then I'll have to listen to mom and dad complain about the expenses of your funeral and I want to get into a good college-"
"I feel so loved." Tom said as he picked up his drumsticks and started to drum softly on a nearby stand. Bridget shook her head and stood outside the band director's door. It opened five minuets later and she nearly ran over Mike, the drum major.
"Wow." He said and wisely stepped back. She looked around the office, muttering to herself about "finding her baby".
"Hay, Bridget if your pregnant you're gonna get kicked out." Mikey, other drummer this on from the grade school, said as he walked in. Bridget glared at him and walked out into the backstage area.
"Ms. Ed," she called. The band director looked up from the stack of music she was sorting on the piano. "Do you know where my trombone is?" Bridget asked in dismay.
"Wasn't it in my office? If it isn't then try the back room." Bridget then ran into the "back room". (AN: The back room isn't in back of anywhere. It's just where we put all the drums, flags stuff, and uniforms.) She frowned as she walked down the small path that was between the fag stuff and the shelves where the other instruments are held.
"Aha." She picked up a huge, black case and hugged it.
"Oh, so that's what you meant by your baby?" Mikey asked. Bridget smiled and nodded as she walked out and placed the case down. She then got a chair and a stand and then proceeded to oil the slide, polish the trombone and practice the B flat concert scale. Tony, the Barry sax, shook his head when she got it right and started to do a happy dance. Bridget had just started to learn how to play trombone right before band camp (two weeks to be precise) and was still having some problems mastering the instrument. She was the only low brass player (unless you counted Tony) in the band. Everyone who was going to be their were pretty much set up so Ms. Ed started to hand out the music.
"This is the music for the St Patty's Day parade from hell that we somehow got roped into doing again." She said.
"Parade from hell?" Bridget asked. "You mean that there's one that's worse then The Shower of Roses one where we almost got trampled by all those old ladies?" Her eyes were wide at the memory of her second parade with the band.
"Oh, yah. This one takes forever and the weather's always bad and we're only doing it is because they pay us. Oh, yah there's always all these drunk people who hate our school there." Ms. Ed said simply as she handed Bridget her music. She then handed it to Margaret, anther trumpet player, who was next to Bridget. Margaret frowned at the music and raised her hand.
"Ms. Ed, I don't think that this song is going to work for a St. Patrick's Day parade." She stated.
"Why?" Ms. Ed asked.
"It's Mean Green Mother From Outer Space."
Part Two: The Plague
Bridget sighed as she forced herself to stay awake and copy her theology notes. This however was no small task since their teacher was about as exciting as watching paint dry. The notes were about the sacraments and all these little points underneath them. Tony's hand was in the air. Their teacher stopped and frowned at him.
"Tony."
"May I please go to the bathroom?" He asked. Bridget looked up. Tony NEVER asked to go to the bathroom. He didn't look too good. In fact he looked a little green.
~Oh no.~ She thought and looked back at her teach who didn't seem to completely grasp the severity of the situation. (What a surprise)
"Can't you weight for us to finish to finish these last two points?" Vroom. Tony was out of the room. "Maybe I should have given him a bucket or something." Bridget put her head down on her desk. Tony was out for the next two days. Then it was the weekend. Sunday Bridget got a fever of 102 and didn't go to school the next day. She had to content herself with watching Passions and other such daytime shows for the next two days. Then on Tuesday she went to the doctor. She was still with her childhood doctor because he always seemed to find some series of things wrong with her that he needed to check out. She sat in a baby room that had clowns all over the walls. Needless to say the poor trombone player was shrinking away from them, as any smart person in her potion would have been. Her doctor came in with a huge smile on his face.
"Alright Bridget, what's the matter with you?" He asked in a thickly accented voice. Bridget started to say something and had a coughing fit. "Ok, Bridget, coughing. You can stop now. Bridget!" She was doubled over but finally stopped. He found out what else what else was wrong with her and said that she couldn't go back till Thursday.
"But I'll miss anther practice and we have a big parade coming up. It's going to be televised and everything." She cried in dismay.
"Well then you'll just have to rest tomorrow and take all your medicines so that you'll be well for it. Oh, this medicine can cause drowsiness and dizziness." He said. Bridget's jaw was on the floor.
"I'm dizzy enough as it is and I'm TROMBONE player and your giving me that?" She asked and shook her head. "Man you know nothing about band people."
Ok, this is the end of the first chapter. The next chapter will be about my return to the band and what we did for our last week to prepare for the parade. The 3rd will be about the parade itself. I should get them out fairly quickly considering that the parade is today. Now I have to go get ready. Please review. Thanks.