CHAPTER 1- THE WAR HAS STARTED

One day, the FHS Symphonic Band was playing a song when the director, Mr. Reiderer stopped them.

"Tubas you're playing a wrong note," he said.

"I beg to differ!" said Andy, "it's those trumpets I tell you! They're trying too hard to be like us. Them darn wanna bes!"

"Who are you calling a wanna be?" snapped one of the trumpet players. "It was all your fault!"

"Why does everyone blame us?" snapped Andy. "Blame another section."

"Fine," snapped another trumpet player. "It was the clarinets."

The clarient players exchanged the "what are they talking about" look.

"There. Problem solved. Clarinets are so clueless," said Andy.

"I heard that," said Schellen a clarinet player.

"I think that was kinda the point," said Erica.

"Shut up. This is a ab conversation so c your way outta it," said Andy. "Flutes suck."

"What did you just say?" snapped Erica's friend Karyn.

"AAAH! My band's gone crazy!" cried Mr. Reiderer.

Mr. Reiderer ran into the band office and hid under his desk.

"Flutes so do not suck," said Erica.

"And clarinets are not clueless," said Schellen.

"Oh whatever," said Andy.

"Well tuba players aren't intelligent," said Jon.

"And trumpet players are?" said Andy.

"Oh huge diss," said Amanda and Jessica, both French horn players.

"I heard that you unintelligent French horn players," said Jon. "If all the French horns could actually be able to play notes, we'd sound a whole lot better."

Amanda and Jessica looked ready to cry. Meghan a bassoon player stood up.

"Oh shut up," she snapped, "just because you're a rocket scientist doesn't mean you have to brag about yourself. Heck you have nothing to brag about except for telling people you're a great trumpet player cuz you blast above the whole freaking band!"

"Nobody cares about what a bassoon player thinks," said a saxophone player.

"Shut up. No one asked for your lame opinon," Meghan snapped. "And at least I don't sound like a car horn when I play."

"You're right. You do sound like a cow when you play," said the same saxophone player.

"That's not what I said!" Meghan yelled.

"Well at least we don't need support from the low brass," said Jon. "You're pitiful bassoon section wouldn't be able to be heard even if there were only 15 people in band."

"I say we declare war against the flutes and clarinets for the heck of it!" said another trumpet player.

"Well then we the honorable members of the French horn section declare war against the trumpets!" said Christina.

"Well goody for you," said Andy, "cuz I declare war on the other low brass instruments. I can't work with them. They're screwing me up."

"Fine. Since we're all at war here we saxophones of the round table declare war on the bassoons and the bass clarinets," said another saxophone player.

The bass clarinet players looked at each other.

"What did we do?" they asked.

"No one is not fighting in this war," said Andy.

"But we're against violence," one of the bass clarinetists said.

"Oh too bad," said Andy.

Everyone (except for the percussionists who were laughing hysterically) started arguing. Mr. Shaw walked into the bandroom.

"Silence!" he bellowed. "I Mr. Shaw, the great almighty powerful Mr. Shaw demand that you stop the arguing this instant or else you all get detention."

Everyone stopped arguing and got ready to play. Andy glared at everyone.

"The war has started and is far from over," he said.