High School Band...Help Us All.
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NOTE: This is my first story ever, and I'm just basically writing this one
to see if I know how to download stories in the first place. Any type of
reviews would be greatly appreciated. Am I using a nice font? Does this
story make any sense? Etc... So, enjoy my story!
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Hi Ana! Wow! I actually wrote a story! Proofread for me, OK? :)
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It was a dark and stormy night...not really, but I always wanted to start a story like that! :) It was actually a hot summer day at Vermando High, and the 2003-2004 band camp session was about to begin. Members of the band were starting to arrive at the band hall. Conversations about summer vacations and laughter could be heard throughout the room. The main thing that was on the top of everyone's mind was THE SHOW. Last year the theme was "weather". The show included the corniest songs like Singin' in the Rain and Somewhere Over the Rainbow. GAG!!! So, over the summer every woodwind, brass, percussion, and colorguard member prayed for a somewhat tasteful production this year. The drumajor didn't care because he got the Best Drumajor Award last year and the stick had yet to come out of his ass.
"All right people, let's sit down!" yelled Mr. Crow, the band director. Mr. Crow was a tall, fat man, so he really didn't have to yell, but the band lost some respect for him after he started to date an ex-student who just graduated the previous year. The freshmen didn't know that, so they sat down in a hurry. Gorden, the drumajor, stood to the right of Mr. Crow acting as if he owned the place. The drummers stopped pecking when he gave them a hard stare. Just about everyone was heading for their seats, except the colorguard girls, who were too busy gossiping in the guardroom and twirling outside the band hall. "Somebody go get them," Mr. Crow sighed. He knew their were only a few things that could come between those girls and their flagpoles.
Mr. Hinkle, the percussion director, oh too happily volunteered to go get the girls. Mr. Hinkle is in four words: A Pervert In Disguise. He was the same age as Mr. Crow, twenty-seven, and married, but he just had a fetish for teenage girls in short shorts. All the girls knew it, but they kept on wearing the shorts because they knew if he laid one hand on them, they could sue and be very rich. The only reason Mr. Hinkle married Mrs. Hinkle is because her parents are very rich; Fortune 500 rich. $Cha-Ching!$
Soon, all band members were settled down, waiting for the announcement of THE SHOW'S theme for this year.Please don't let it be a corny theme... echoed throughout the minds of the band members. Everyone's hopes were high because the movie Drumline came out the previous year and they hoped that Mr. Crow and Mr. Hinkle had watched it and taken notes. Lots of notes. They did not want a repeat of last year. They all held their breath as Mr. Crow started to speak.
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So... should I go on? I promise more dialogue and character interaction and personalities in the future. And, of course, more characters! Well, I hope you liked it, so please review, no matter what. Thanx!!!
It was a dark and stormy night...not really, but I always wanted to start a story like that! :) It was actually a hot summer day at Vermando High, and the 2003-2004 band camp session was about to begin. Members of the band were starting to arrive at the band hall. Conversations about summer vacations and laughter could be heard throughout the room. The main thing that was on the top of everyone's mind was THE SHOW. Last year the theme was "weather". The show included the corniest songs like Singin' in the Rain and Somewhere Over the Rainbow. GAG!!! So, over the summer every woodwind, brass, percussion, and colorguard member prayed for a somewhat tasteful production this year. The drumajor didn't care because he got the Best Drumajor Award last year and the stick had yet to come out of his ass.
"All right people, let's sit down!" yelled Mr. Crow, the band director. Mr. Crow was a tall, fat man, so he really didn't have to yell, but the band lost some respect for him after he started to date an ex-student who just graduated the previous year. The freshmen didn't know that, so they sat down in a hurry. Gorden, the drumajor, stood to the right of Mr. Crow acting as if he owned the place. The drummers stopped pecking when he gave them a hard stare. Just about everyone was heading for their seats, except the colorguard girls, who were too busy gossiping in the guardroom and twirling outside the band hall. "Somebody go get them," Mr. Crow sighed. He knew their were only a few things that could come between those girls and their flagpoles.
Mr. Hinkle, the percussion director, oh too happily volunteered to go get the girls. Mr. Hinkle is in four words: A Pervert In Disguise. He was the same age as Mr. Crow, twenty-seven, and married, but he just had a fetish for teenage girls in short shorts. All the girls knew it, but they kept on wearing the shorts because they knew if he laid one hand on them, they could sue and be very rich. The only reason Mr. Hinkle married Mrs. Hinkle is because her parents are very rich; Fortune 500 rich. $Cha-Ching!$
Soon, all band members were settled down, waiting for the announcement of THE SHOW'S theme for this year.Please don't let it be a corny theme... echoed throughout the minds of the band members. Everyone's hopes were high because the movie Drumline came out the previous year and they hoped that Mr. Crow and Mr. Hinkle had watched it and taken notes. Lots of notes. They did not want a repeat of last year. They all held their breath as Mr. Crow started to speak.
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So... should I go on? I promise more dialogue and character interaction and personalities in the future. And, of course, more characters! Well, I hope you liked it, so please review, no matter what. Thanx!!!