Bring It On! BAND STYLE

By: Yuri

A/N: ^_^ Just one more part after this. It will take me a few days, but I'll finish ASAP.

PART 2

Julia took her hat and gloves off as the girl showed her long catlike nails, that were painted pink. and the fight of the century commenced.

The band, jocks, and cheerleaders charged onto the field. Plumes against pom-poms, Instruments against footballs! Clouds of dust clouded the sky chasing the crowd away.

Coach Jack tackled Mr. Bebop; Mr. Bebop threw punches at him. Julia the drum major and Kellian the cheer captain were pulling hair, clawing, and screaming to the death.

The band members plus Julia and George Bebop were thrashed and beaten. Julia had broken three nails and had lost a chunk of hair. Mr. Bebop was barely conscious. The football players and cheerleaders laughed as they lay the bruised "geeks" on the grass. "Mercy," One of the flutes cried. "NO," the rest of the band yelled back. "WE MUSN'T GIVE UP!" The preps smirked as they looked down upon the helpless "geeks". "See you geeks later!" they mocked. The cheerleaders threw gum on them and the football players spit.

Mr. Bebop slowly opened his eyes, the drum major and student's faces were filled with worry. "Where am I?" he choked, trying his best to ignore the throbbing pain at his back. "The band room," They said in unison. "I hate them all Julia!" he winced. He went to sit back up, put he grasped his head and fell down again. "AHHH!" he moaned. Kim came with a glass of water some Tylenol. "Thanks." He murmured as he gulped down two pills and and half the glass. "I haven't been able to find Betsy. Where is she?" The students frowned as Jordan brought over the broken baton. "I'm afraid she didn't make it." Elaine said, almost in a whisper. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *breath* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he yelled as he passed out again.

Mr. Bebop wondered around the band room for the eleventh time. The students had been sitting in their seats quietly while he thought to himself. Mr. Bebop look suspiciously at the plume box. Something was wrong.

He bent over to look at the plumes, and then the unthinkable happened. A plume jumped out and began to dance! The plume started to do the Macarena when it was interrupted by a pair of drumsticks floating through the air towards his head! He ran around the room screaming like a mad man, until Julia and one of the tuba players had to restrain him.

"Hallucinations!?" Mr. Bebop cried as he spit the thermometer out of his mouth. "What I saw was real! The plume was DANCING! I swear it!" The nurse shook her head. "Go back to class George and quit making up stories!" she booted the band director out of the infirmary and out into the hall.

"ATTENTION!" Julia cried out. The band stood up straight and still. Julia looked like a soldier because she was wearing her uniform. "Those preps have been ruining our reputation! They are driving Mr. Bebop absolutely mad! WILL WE ALLOW IT?"

"NO DRUM MAJOR!!" They answered back army style.

"According to things that I've been told.

A prep's heart is mean and cold!" They chanted.

NOW STUDENTS! HERE IS OUR PLAN! IF WE SUCCEED, THE PREPS SHALL NEVER BUG US AGAIN!" Julia cried as she announced the BIG plan that they were going to unleash that night at the football game, and it would continue all week.

Mr. Bebop sat at his desk in the band room. He was trying to glue Betsy back together, but it was hopeless. His little baton was no more.

"Pssst! Hey bub!" whispered a voice behind him. Mr. Bebop turned around and gasped. A plume was standing behind him! "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!" Mr. Bebop screamed as he ran towards the door, only to find that it was jammed. "We just want to play." the plume announced. All of the sudden, Mr. Bebop's CD player turned on, playing old Irish step dancing tunes. Then all of the plumes jumped out of the box and began to do River Dance!

"PLEASE STOP! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE! PLEASE!" he cried and kicked and screamed. "GEORGE?" called Julia's voice fro outside. "The door's stuck!" she wiggled the knob around and tried to open it.

The plumes kept dancing around the poor band director who was now balled up sucking his thumb. Then boxes of Reeds opened and the reeds joined in their lively dance. Then came the drum sticks, and bottles of valve oil.

"GEORGE!" Julia and the rest of the band cried as they burst through the door and saw the hysterical man on the ground. "THE PLUMES!" he cried. Julia looked over at the plume box. "They're right where you left them." She said as she took his arm and pulled him up. "We have formulated the perfect scheme to get back at those dirty tramps and jocks! But we need you, General George Bebop, to call the militia!" she announced. "Militia?" he gasped as he wiped away his tears. "Your Jazz band, concert band, and the Color Guard!" she answered as she shook Mr. Bebop's hand.