A/N: Decided to write about the trombone section in our band. Trombones rock! Just wish my section was a little nicer...
I apply my slide oil to my slide and start spreading it out as my section leader comes, trombone already in her hand.
"Hey, Z," I muttered as I try to take out my tuning slide.
"Yo." She says as she sits down and starts playing a jazz riff.
Seriously, I couldn't play half the songs she can. Or maybe I could; personally, I think I suck at trombone.
Anyway, she's in jazz band, and for some reason I've been stuck in concert band. Nuff said.
"Help me out?" I ask her as I motion at my tuning slide.
She nods and hands her trombone to me. I hand her mine. She struggles for a while but gets the persistent thing out.
I apply grease to it and fight to get it back inside as the rest of trombone section sits with us.
Jose and Markos.
Yay. It's bad enough when one actually decides to show up to practice, but both...?
"What are YOU doing, rookie?" Jose asks.
Stop condescending to everyone, jerk. I can probably play better than you can. "Nothing. Getting this damn tuning slide in."
"I'll help!!"
"Get out of here, Markos!" Jose says irritably.
I mean, come on. Markos is irritating even to me. But he plays trombone like a beast. I respect him as a musician, totally. But he is an annoying little prick.
"Thanks, man," I say as he puts the demon slide back into place.
"Guys, we have to work on our chemistry as a section," Z sighed.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Well, Markos, you're an idiot. Jose, you're an ass. And Giordi, you're the only one who's somewhat normal, but you're the worst, music-wise, in the band."
Ouch. We all winced a bit at that. Z could be harsh.
"So, until we all learn to get along better, we're running laps together after every practice."
"WHAT?!"