(A/N: This is my first Bando story and my first year in band so if it sucks.... you can blame me! )
Diary of a Flute
Day 1
Ya! Band camp time! Woohoo!
Later: I'm gonna feel all this in the morning.
Day 2
The gaurd members are so cranky they need to be more like me! Bouncy and energetic!
I asked if I could play with there flags. They all gave me weird looks and ran away. Oh well. At least they left their flags behind!
Later: Ow. Metal isn't soft!
Day 3
I stole an extra flag from the back and I played with it all day!
Stupid grumpy asswipe A.k.a. band director made me put it away. He said to play with my flute and leave the flags to the gaurd members.
Later: Saxophone came to me with a scheme to t.p. the asswipe's house. I nicely declined.
Even later: Talked to the nice gaurd members. They're both the most mature, tallest, and er hem... have actual meat to them. But that's ok because we still love them. They said we oughta drop the drum major's instrument of the top riser.
They also gave me permission to play with the flags whenever I want to.
Day 4
The asswipe picked on me all day today! My new gaurd friends are to busy being peaceful and non bitchy like the others to listen to me complain.
Later: I saw a squirrel get squashed by a bass drum! The poor thing. The trumpets cried, the flutes mourned, the gaurdists bitched, and the drum major yelled "Somebody save it!" He drove it all the way to the vet!
Day 5
The squirrel is peachy dandy! The drum major gave it to me as a peace offering.
Later
I think i'll name him skippy.
Day 6
The poor sousaphone! Apparently he stepped on somebody's flute. Once again the trumpets cried, the flutes mourned, the gaurdists bitched, and the drum major yelled "Somebody save it!"
Later
*sniff sniff* Mmm is that barbeque?
Even Later
Yummy! Prime sousy rib!
Day 7
I hid in the uniform closet with one of the male gaurdists.
Later
Wow! Whoever said male gaurdists are gay have NO idea!
Even Later
Ouchies. My ass!
Day 8
I couldn't even sit for awhile after my uniform-closet-run-in. But i'm still well enough to attend band.
Later: Must run around in circles the pretty colors!
Diary of a Flute
Day 1
Ya! Band camp time! Woohoo!
Later: I'm gonna feel all this in the morning.
Day 2
The gaurd members are so cranky they need to be more like me! Bouncy and energetic!
I asked if I could play with there flags. They all gave me weird looks and ran away. Oh well. At least they left their flags behind!
Later: Ow. Metal isn't soft!
Day 3
I stole an extra flag from the back and I played with it all day!
Stupid grumpy asswipe A.k.a. band director made me put it away. He said to play with my flute and leave the flags to the gaurd members.
Later: Saxophone came to me with a scheme to t.p. the asswipe's house. I nicely declined.
Even later: Talked to the nice gaurd members. They're both the most mature, tallest, and er hem... have actual meat to them. But that's ok because we still love them. They said we oughta drop the drum major's instrument of the top riser.
They also gave me permission to play with the flags whenever I want to.
Day 4
The asswipe picked on me all day today! My new gaurd friends are to busy being peaceful and non bitchy like the others to listen to me complain.
Later: I saw a squirrel get squashed by a bass drum! The poor thing. The trumpets cried, the flutes mourned, the gaurdists bitched, and the drum major yelled "Somebody save it!" He drove it all the way to the vet!
Day 5
The squirrel is peachy dandy! The drum major gave it to me as a peace offering.
Later
I think i'll name him skippy.
Day 6
The poor sousaphone! Apparently he stepped on somebody's flute. Once again the trumpets cried, the flutes mourned, the gaurdists bitched, and the drum major yelled "Somebody save it!"
Later
*sniff sniff* Mmm is that barbeque?
Even Later
Yummy! Prime sousy rib!
Day 7
I hid in the uniform closet with one of the male gaurdists.
Later
Wow! Whoever said male gaurdists are gay have NO idea!
Even Later
Ouchies. My ass!
Day 8
I couldn't even sit for awhile after my uniform-closet-run-in. But i'm still well enough to attend band.
Later: Must run around in circles the pretty colors!