Disclaimer: I do not own band or anyone that makes my band great.
A/N: Most of this is fiction except for the music, the football game, the broken down band truck(which inspired the story, except I tweaked it a little), and being out of step.
Some members the Line Mountain Marching Eagles liked to believe that the crowd came to hear them play but as they did their performance, the only ones who clapped were the other band and the band parents. They weren't the greatest but that didn't stop them, besides the field was muddy and soup-like. The lights of the stadium shone off of the sequins on the uniforms and the brass of some of the instruments. It glinted in the light but it wasn't blinding like it would be in the sun, it was just showy. The music went through No One Mourns the Wicked and soon went to Dancing through Life. The band danced to the percussion fill and soon were out of that song and into Defying Gravity and inverting the big triangle. A little later the band scattered and ended that song which led into For Good, the alto sax solo. Soon everything ended with No Good Deed and No One Mourns the Wicked again. The band marched off the field, panting and sweating. It had to be at leastfiftyor sixty degreesand performing didn't make it any better. They had to listen to the speech about how they could be better and soon went off for third quarter.
A baritone player caught up with her clarinet friend and she let out a sigh. "I almost fell five times. I'm really going to have to shine my shoes now," the girl said as she took off her hat and pushed back a loose strand of brown hair.
"It wasn't that bad, Rachel," the other girl said, carrying her hat under one arm.
"I think it was and you aren't carrying this!" Rachel said, holding out the old baritone.
"I wouldn't want to."
"Shut up, Jess. At least the Rust Bucket plays," she replied with a pat on the instrument.
"So does my clarinet but you got stuck with Rory there because you didn't want to play your clarinet," Jess said.
"I made that decision like three years ago!"
"Maybe we should stop now and get something to eat."
The two stopped their arguing and soon placed their hats and instruments in the stands. Everyone rushed to the stands to eat and most of it was uneventful, well except for the bari sax player dropping his soda can and was drinking the soda out of two holes in the side of the can. Soon, the band members filed back to the stands and were playing again and after that they started to line up to leave. The drum major brought everyone to attention and they were off to the beat of the cadance. It was hard to keep in step and Rachel looked down at a tenor sax player in front of her and rolled her eyes.
"Left. Left. Left, Right, Left, Cory," she called off for the brown haired boy in front of her.
"I know, Rachel. I'm just doing this to annoy you," he shot back, turning his head to look at her.
"Now you are out of step," the trumpet player behind her said.
"I am?" she asked and left out a sigh.
"Left...," he started to rattle off for her and soon she was back in step.
They neared the band bus and after a short speech, they crowded onto the bus. It soon smelled of sweat and dirt and people started to plug their noses. Once everyone was settled, the bus started off and the talking started up, making the bus very loud. About a half an hour away from where they left, a noise was heard. The bus shook a little and the bus driver pulled off. The junior high and cheerleader bus pulled over with them and someone from the junior high bus ran over and Shimkus left the bus to go talk. After about ten minutes, the person from the junior high bus got back on and the bus took off, followed by the SUV that was carting instruments since the band truck broke down earlier that day. The senior high bus sounded with questions and confusion.
"Where are we?"
"Where did they go?"
"Are we going to die out here?"
Mr. Shimkus waved his arm and the bus quieted. "Enough. We are not going to die. We are just out of gas so we will be out here for a little while the other bus goes to get help."
"This is like a horror movie I saw once," one of the trombone players said.
"Look, Fousty. It's a cornfield. Children of the Corn!" a trumpet player called Pottsy told the trombone player.
"Shut up," Fousty snapped.
"All of you just calm down. It is like the Tri Valley game when it rained," Shimkus said.
"We had the other bus to play charades with," Rachel muttered. "We are so going to die out here."
"We can play a game," the other trombone player, Kyle, suggested.
Groans and many no's came but the yes's beat the no's and soon they were playing Truth or Dare.
"Okay...Rachel, Truth or Dare?" Kyle asked.
"Hm...Dare," she said.
"I dare you to...shout that you really have to pee."
"Hah...that's not too bad," she replied and she stood up. "I REALLY HAVE TO PEE!"
Shimkus turned his head towards her. "Can't you hold it?"
"No," she said, shaking her. "I really have to go."
He sighed and signaled the bus driver to open the door. "You can go out in the woods."
"What if there is poison? Or a bear?"
"Does anyone else have to go?" he yelled and about half the hands shot up and he let out another sigh. "Follow me."
A lot of people filed off and Shimkus seperated them into males and females and let everyone do there business. It didn't take very long until there were all back on the bus.
"Okay...Pottsy, Truth or Dare?" Rachel asked as she settled back into her seat.
"Dare, of course," Pottsy replied.
Rachel's eyes surveyed the scene and she saw that the drum major, Lyndsay had yet to take off her band pants. She smirked at Pottsy. "I want you to put your hand in Lyndsay's pants pocket for three minutes."
Pottsy looked over at Lyndsay, who was also playing the game and shrugged. He shoved his hand into the pocket and kept it there as others started to laugh. Soon, the three minutes drifted by and he took his hand out of the pocket and Lyndsay got out of her band pants.
"Fousty, Truth or Dare?" he asked.
"Dare," Fousty said.
"I want you to moon the outside world when a car comes by. It can't be a quick one. It has to be one that lasts as long as the car goes by."
Fousty sighed and opened up the window. At that moment, Shimkus looked over at all of them.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Playing Truth or Dare," Jess answered.
"I think you should find another game to play." The group let out a groan.
"But we like this game!" Kyle protested.
"It isn't the best game to play right now."
The group fell silent and started to mumble to themselves about how stupid that was. They took to staring out the window, hoping for the other bus to come back for them but it didn't seem to be coming by. A few people turned on their cell phones and they had no signal. The bus was silent except for the noise of cell phones going on and off.
A/N: A few things that might need explainations. Rory and Rust bucket are nicknames for my baritone (Yes, I named my baritone). I don't know if it is the same on all band pants, but our pockets are located on the upper left and very inconvinent for some people. I hope you enjoythe storyand if you do, I shall write some more.
