Disclaimer: I don't own anyone mentioned in this fic except myself. And I
suppose I don't really own the story either, considering the fact that this
was based on actual events. Sort of.
T'was Three Nights Before Friday the 13th
10:00 pm
It was three nights before Friday the 13th and the band was getting ready to sleep after the first day of band camp. At least, they were supposed to, but over half the band members were playing cards as they lay in their sleeping bags. After a speedy trip to the toilet and back again I was trying unsuccessfully to go to sleep, but the others weren't helping and my sleeping bag wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing on earth. After a while I gave up and watched the flautists and their card game. Talk about nothing better to do.
Anyway, at around 10:30 pm the lights finally went out. And the torches came on. And the card games continued until someone told us to go to bed. So I tried, to no avail. Some people were doing shadow play on the ceiling and the people around me were talking about ff.net, exchanging user names and recommending stories. So I joined in the conversation, and about 3 more people now know my true identity.
11:00 pm
Sooner or later, the conversation died down and some nutty percussionist behind me started singing Christmas carols with an equally nutty flute player who was sleeping next to her. About 15 minutes later, a bunch of people on the opposite side of the room yelled at them to keep quiet, they were trying to sleep. I flashed SOS on the ceiling with my torch just for fun. Then, judging from the shadows and sounds, a pillow fight consisting of two pillows took place behind me.
11:40 pm
Still unable to sleep, I watched as someone got out of their sleeping bag and went to get something in their luggage. Just around then, someone else started singing the first few notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony out of tune. A few seconds later, I heard the nutty percussionist behind me comment that if someone wanted to annoy someone else by singing B5S, they should at least do it in tune.
12:00 am
Almost exactly at midnight, the torches went off. It's amazing how during most camps, the torches always go out exactly at 12 midnight. The punctuality is scary. The nutty percussionist complained that she couldn't go to sleep. As if anyone could.
1:00 am
Talking ceases and the sound of snoring becomes rather audible.
1:15 am
I checked my watch for the last time, and decided to actually get to sleep. But the floor was hard, my sleeping bag was thin, my pillow didn't help much and it was kind of cold.
1:30 am
I had a sneezing fit and woke up half the sleeping people. I ran out of tissue paper and decided that I should put my windbreaker on. While trying to do so as I lay in my sleeping bag, I brought yet another person out of dreamland. Hah.
Somewhere around 2:00
Zzzzzz.
6:15 am
Somebody's stupid alarm clock goes off 15 minutes early and wakes up the entire band. No fair. I had only had four hours of sleep and they expected me to get up. And it was still so cold. Maybe all our instruments had frozen and there'd be no band prac. but obviously, it didn't happen. And such ended the first night of band camp.
Copyright 2002 D.A.S.Q. All rights reserved.
T'was Three Nights Before Friday the 13th
10:00 pm
It was three nights before Friday the 13th and the band was getting ready to sleep after the first day of band camp. At least, they were supposed to, but over half the band members were playing cards as they lay in their sleeping bags. After a speedy trip to the toilet and back again I was trying unsuccessfully to go to sleep, but the others weren't helping and my sleeping bag wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing on earth. After a while I gave up and watched the flautists and their card game. Talk about nothing better to do.
Anyway, at around 10:30 pm the lights finally went out. And the torches came on. And the card games continued until someone told us to go to bed. So I tried, to no avail. Some people were doing shadow play on the ceiling and the people around me were talking about ff.net, exchanging user names and recommending stories. So I joined in the conversation, and about 3 more people now know my true identity.
11:00 pm
Sooner or later, the conversation died down and some nutty percussionist behind me started singing Christmas carols with an equally nutty flute player who was sleeping next to her. About 15 minutes later, a bunch of people on the opposite side of the room yelled at them to keep quiet, they were trying to sleep. I flashed SOS on the ceiling with my torch just for fun. Then, judging from the shadows and sounds, a pillow fight consisting of two pillows took place behind me.
11:40 pm
Still unable to sleep, I watched as someone got out of their sleeping bag and went to get something in their luggage. Just around then, someone else started singing the first few notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony out of tune. A few seconds later, I heard the nutty percussionist behind me comment that if someone wanted to annoy someone else by singing B5S, they should at least do it in tune.
12:00 am
Almost exactly at midnight, the torches went off. It's amazing how during most camps, the torches always go out exactly at 12 midnight. The punctuality is scary. The nutty percussionist complained that she couldn't go to sleep. As if anyone could.
1:00 am
Talking ceases and the sound of snoring becomes rather audible.
1:15 am
I checked my watch for the last time, and decided to actually get to sleep. But the floor was hard, my sleeping bag was thin, my pillow didn't help much and it was kind of cold.
1:30 am
I had a sneezing fit and woke up half the sleeping people. I ran out of tissue paper and decided that I should put my windbreaker on. While trying to do so as I lay in my sleeping bag, I brought yet another person out of dreamland. Hah.
Somewhere around 2:00
Zzzzzz.
6:15 am
Somebody's stupid alarm clock goes off 15 minutes early and wakes up the entire band. No fair. I had only had four hours of sleep and they expected me to get up. And it was still so cold. Maybe all our instruments had frozen and there'd be no band prac. but obviously, it didn't happen. And such ended the first night of band camp.
Copyright 2002 D.A.S.Q. All rights reserved.