This is yet another band fic, brought to you by me.
Disclaimer: All the people used in this story are real, and I actually tried to keep their personalities intact. (For once.) For everyone out there who may read this, I don't personally have anything against the school administration or principal. I know at my school there's been a bit of tension between the two and band, but that's not why I wrote this. Basically, this story needed a villain, and the administration was there, so hey, why not?
Also, there are two different Sarah's in this story. One clarinet, one trumpet. To make things a bit less confusing, the clarinet Sarah will be spelled 'Sarah', and the trumpet Sarah will be 'Sara'. Yes I know she'll beat me into a pulp for that one, but oh well.
Reviews are very much welcomed and embrace, (flames are also) make much less work for me. Enjoy.
"Murder! MURDER!" Someone screamed.
The entire band, which had been rehearsing on the practice field, rushed into the band room. They were not prepared for the grisly site that awaited them.
A freshman clarinet named Diana was kneeled down on the floor, face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Before her was a clarinet, cruelly maimed and snapped in two. The clarinet section leader, Sarah, got down and shook Diana's shoulders.
"Who did it?" WHO?" Sarah cried out.
"Look, she's going into shock!" Sara yelled.
"Quick, tell me what happened!"
Diana's face paled.
"It was.it was.
"Yes? YES?" "It was.horrible!"
With that, Diana promptly fainted.
"Quick! Someone get Mr. Cree!" Said Danielle, the French Horn section leader.
But at that moment, a freshman trumpet named Tom ran in, waving a piece of paper around frantically.
"I found this, lying on Kyle's podium!" He cried. (A/N: Kyle is our drum major.)
"Let me see that!" Danielle said, snatching the paper. Then she began to read in a loud voice, so the whole band could hear.
"AHH HA! You filthy little band nerds! We have your director, and we're not giving him back! So HA! HA HA! Is he alive you ask? MWhahahaha! It's fun being evil! I'd keep your eyes on that little drum major of yours as well. Might take him along for the ride too. MWhahaha! Ha!
-Yours in the faith, Really Mean People Inc."
"Noo! They have Cree!" Cried a random piccolo.
"Only Cree!" The band chorused.
Lauren, a freshman sax, piped up.
"So who did it?" She asked.
Danielle scanned the note. Erin, the trumpet section leader, peered over her shoulder.
"I can't tell." Danielle muttered.
"I can," Erin countered. "It was."
Cue tense silence.
"The administration!" Erin peered closer at the note. "Actually, the principal."
Val, another senior trumpet, blinked.
"How do you know that?"
"Easy. The stationary this note's on is personalized."
"Oh."
"So, now what?"
"I don't know, it says here they might go after the drum major next. Better go find him."
Suddenly there was a crash. It sounded like it came from the hallway, where Kyle was reportedly last seen.
"Quick, to the hallway!" Sara(h) cried.
Disclaimer: All the people used in this story are real, and I actually tried to keep their personalities intact. (For once.) For everyone out there who may read this, I don't personally have anything against the school administration or principal. I know at my school there's been a bit of tension between the two and band, but that's not why I wrote this. Basically, this story needed a villain, and the administration was there, so hey, why not?
Also, there are two different Sarah's in this story. One clarinet, one trumpet. To make things a bit less confusing, the clarinet Sarah will be spelled 'Sarah', and the trumpet Sarah will be 'Sara'. Yes I know she'll beat me into a pulp for that one, but oh well.
Reviews are very much welcomed and embrace, (flames are also) make much less work for me. Enjoy.
"Murder! MURDER!" Someone screamed.
The entire band, which had been rehearsing on the practice field, rushed into the band room. They were not prepared for the grisly site that awaited them.
A freshman clarinet named Diana was kneeled down on the floor, face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Before her was a clarinet, cruelly maimed and snapped in two. The clarinet section leader, Sarah, got down and shook Diana's shoulders.
"Who did it?" WHO?" Sarah cried out.
"Look, she's going into shock!" Sara yelled.
"Quick, tell me what happened!"
Diana's face paled.
"It was.it was.
"Yes? YES?" "It was.horrible!"
With that, Diana promptly fainted.
"Quick! Someone get Mr. Cree!" Said Danielle, the French Horn section leader.
But at that moment, a freshman trumpet named Tom ran in, waving a piece of paper around frantically.
"I found this, lying on Kyle's podium!" He cried. (A/N: Kyle is our drum major.)
"Let me see that!" Danielle said, snatching the paper. Then she began to read in a loud voice, so the whole band could hear.
"AHH HA! You filthy little band nerds! We have your director, and we're not giving him back! So HA! HA HA! Is he alive you ask? MWhahahaha! It's fun being evil! I'd keep your eyes on that little drum major of yours as well. Might take him along for the ride too. MWhahaha! Ha!
-Yours in the faith, Really Mean People Inc."
"Noo! They have Cree!" Cried a random piccolo.
"Only Cree!" The band chorused.
Lauren, a freshman sax, piped up.
"So who did it?" She asked.
Danielle scanned the note. Erin, the trumpet section leader, peered over her shoulder.
"I can't tell." Danielle muttered.
"I can," Erin countered. "It was."
Cue tense silence.
"The administration!" Erin peered closer at the note. "Actually, the principal."
Val, another senior trumpet, blinked.
"How do you know that?"
"Easy. The stationary this note's on is personalized."
"Oh."
"So, now what?"
"I don't know, it says here they might go after the drum major next. Better go find him."
Suddenly there was a crash. It sounded like it came from the hallway, where Kyle was reportedly last seen.
"Quick, to the hallway!" Sara(h) cried.
