DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, probably not even illogic. But if no one else thought of it then its mine. I own not the works of Tolkien, I own not any Bowling Balls, and I own not any of the humans in this. Except Chuck. That's my 'Avatar'. This is round 2 for this baby, cos the first time was kind of in a chat format. That's what happen when I try to write in the present. shakes fist but here it is, when its actually a story and not a pile of, well, Harry is your uncle and Martha is your aunt. So please review. Please!!!! pretty, pretty, pretty, please review.

Prologue
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away. Well, actually, it was our own galaxy, but, details. And technically, it was even our planet, and well, I think it happened last week, but that's a long time for an amoeba. Anyway, Saturn and Jupiter formed with our Sun to form (dramatic pause) A Pentagon (gasp! Shudder!). (A/N Bibbity: you need 5 points for a pentagon. Me: you know what? Shut up. It's my story. Boo: back to the irregular programming). That unfortunate conjunction allowed for the massive usage of ill-logic and gave inanimate objects life.
It also laid a quest, upon 7 musically proficient students, and one non musically proficient student, to form an Octave. To fight evil and challenge the forces of sanity and stupidity where ever they go. And fight cheerleaders, the evil dominions of the Dark Lord. This octave, when formed, had no super powers, no super abilities, nor even a really cool uniform. Just an awesome name, a talking piccolo, and fabulous use of illogic. Wait, no, they had super powers, but I don't want to spoil the surprise, do I?
Why the Gods chose Northern Bowling Ball High School was beyond anyone's comprehension. Including the Gods. But, the quest has been laid, the Octave has been chosen, and the Gods decided it was time for a lunch break. Unfortunately, when you live for an eternity, lunch breaks can turn into a year or two, so our heros and heroines were all on their own.
For the sake of my readers, I'll introduce the characters before you start so you aren't completely lost the whole time. The octave included- Kara, the Ice Queen, Mistress of the glare and supreme toadstool of the upper woodwinds. Chuck, the group-appointed psychologist back up and God of Wonbes. Annabelle, beloved by the people and the Queen of Hearts. Renee, unlucky with men but the Scion of Hilarity, or hysteria, whichever you prefer at the moment, she does both fine. Paul, the Woo-er of Women and the Commander of Heartbreak. Andrew, the Arrogant, the trombonist, oh wait, they mean the same thing. Anyway. 6, right? One more bando then the poor sap whose going to get stuck with them. Marie-Antoinette, the obnoxious trumpeter, Duchess of Dance and Marquis of Marching. Stupid rookie is better then all the veterans. And finally, an ex-toadstool from the Flutes, Lynn, the Ultimate Artist and Countess of the Dark. 5 girls, and 3 guys, but unfortunately, no Harlequin romance can ensue. Much to the chagrin of the Author and to the relief of the Octave and the readers, I'm sure.
The story starts in October, the middle of Marching Band Season. The divine pentagon, as it is so aptly named, has just started pouring magic, mana, the gift, or whatever term you want to call it for the sparkly stuff that lets you break the laws of physics, gravity, and congress, down upon the little, rural school. It seemed most attracted to the bandroom, probably because illogic is already in widespread use and insanity is only a couple steps away.

Thats the prologue. So please, please, please please review and I'll write more while I'm on vacation. Please, you know you want to!