Author's Note: First of all, I would just like to say thanks for the
reviews so far. I would also like to mention that although trombones
normally tune to B flat, they were tuning to F in chapter one; because our
band director was less gifted, as far as intelligence goes, than the
average jar of mayonnaise. Just thought I would let you know. Now to the
important fact. There is more to this chapter than is seen, and you can
only read between the lines. (In other words the Woods scandal…)
The Quest to be a Band Nerd
Chapter 3: Not Quite New Orleans
***SIDE NOTE***
I thought that I should also let you know, that this is still a true story, and that there was a true problem here. Mr. Schnott as mentioned in Chapter 1 is really the director known in most of Texas as Mr. Jack Woods. There was a real accusation made, and as far as I know, they still don't know if it was a correct accusation, or just a lie. Mr. Woods will no longer be mentioned after this chapter, and neither will the drum major, "Kim." Fear not, though, because the story will continue from this chapter on in a happier note.
The card club appeared from the instrument room, and began to observe their surroundings. Robbie observed Mr. Woods, a look of anguish on his face, and began to wonder what was going on. Out of the blue, the school bell rang, signaling the dismissal of first block. (A block is one class at our poor high school, which is about one and a half hours long. There are four in a day, and we switch from A to B day classes. It's stupid and annoying.) The bandies were told to take their stuff to the auditorium, because the orchestra needed the Band Hall for second block rehearsal. (This was last year, when the band and orchestra shared the same room.) Unfortunately for the orchadorks (no offense to those who have orchadork friends), the bandies have a much stronger will, and were basically in control of the band hall 24/7.
The band nerds were ushered into the auditorium down the hall, like a group of over-loaded camels crossing the desert. They congregated in the back, because the thespian class was being held on stage. The card club decided not to be too incredibly bored, and formed a circle in the back. New members were easily inducted, as everyone there was totally bored out of their minds. Mr. Woods was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the other director, Steiner.
The card club members soon decided that names were boring. They became known as numbers or faces, as were the cards. Robbie was naturally the King, and Autumn was the Queen. Emily, surprisingly enough, was the Jack; and Joanna was decidedly named the Ace. Justin, as stated earlier, was the Joker. Soon, more members came, saw, and were thus enlightened. There was Michelle the Three (whom you may recognize from The Band Camp Chronicles), Robin the Nine, guard captain that year; and Devin and Miranda, who were numbers long forgotten. Oh well…
The morning activities did not differ from card playing and sitting around on the auditorium floor being bored for the next three hours. Nobody knew what was happening, and it wasn't actually on the minds of any of them. They just wanted to play cards. What joys life can hold!
Countless games were played during these times, and countless more brain cells were lost in doing so. It all turns out for the better. These many games included the recently mentioned, and extremely popular, James Bond; the well-known game B.S. (or Liar, or countless other names); The incredibly quick reflex-testing game, Egyptian War (also known as other names; among these the less used around teachers and those with perverted minds, Egyptian Rat Screw). All the games were loved by the card club members, and played repeatedly with endless combinations of people who were also bored from sitting for hours.
This constant play of cards finally ended, as the bandoes were instructed to gather their bags and instruments, and to load the buses. This was no ordinary band trip from one hick Texas town to the next; this trip was going from the boon dock town of Denton, Texas all the way to beloved New Orleans. The bandies loaded the buses enthusiastically, and they were off!
The Quest to be a Band Nerd
Chapter 3: Not Quite New Orleans
***SIDE NOTE***
I thought that I should also let you know, that this is still a true story, and that there was a true problem here. Mr. Schnott as mentioned in Chapter 1 is really the director known in most of Texas as Mr. Jack Woods. There was a real accusation made, and as far as I know, they still don't know if it was a correct accusation, or just a lie. Mr. Woods will no longer be mentioned after this chapter, and neither will the drum major, "Kim." Fear not, though, because the story will continue from this chapter on in a happier note.
The card club appeared from the instrument room, and began to observe their surroundings. Robbie observed Mr. Woods, a look of anguish on his face, and began to wonder what was going on. Out of the blue, the school bell rang, signaling the dismissal of first block. (A block is one class at our poor high school, which is about one and a half hours long. There are four in a day, and we switch from A to B day classes. It's stupid and annoying.) The bandies were told to take their stuff to the auditorium, because the orchestra needed the Band Hall for second block rehearsal. (This was last year, when the band and orchestra shared the same room.) Unfortunately for the orchadorks (no offense to those who have orchadork friends), the bandies have a much stronger will, and were basically in control of the band hall 24/7.
The band nerds were ushered into the auditorium down the hall, like a group of over-loaded camels crossing the desert. They congregated in the back, because the thespian class was being held on stage. The card club decided not to be too incredibly bored, and formed a circle in the back. New members were easily inducted, as everyone there was totally bored out of their minds. Mr. Woods was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the other director, Steiner.
The card club members soon decided that names were boring. They became known as numbers or faces, as were the cards. Robbie was naturally the King, and Autumn was the Queen. Emily, surprisingly enough, was the Jack; and Joanna was decidedly named the Ace. Justin, as stated earlier, was the Joker. Soon, more members came, saw, and were thus enlightened. There was Michelle the Three (whom you may recognize from The Band Camp Chronicles), Robin the Nine, guard captain that year; and Devin and Miranda, who were numbers long forgotten. Oh well…
The morning activities did not differ from card playing and sitting around on the auditorium floor being bored for the next three hours. Nobody knew what was happening, and it wasn't actually on the minds of any of them. They just wanted to play cards. What joys life can hold!
Countless games were played during these times, and countless more brain cells were lost in doing so. It all turns out for the better. These many games included the recently mentioned, and extremely popular, James Bond; the well-known game B.S. (or Liar, or countless other names); The incredibly quick reflex-testing game, Egyptian War (also known as other names; among these the less used around teachers and those with perverted minds, Egyptian Rat Screw). All the games were loved by the card club members, and played repeatedly with endless combinations of people who were also bored from sitting for hours.
This constant play of cards finally ended, as the bandoes were instructed to gather their bags and instruments, and to load the buses. This was no ordinary band trip from one hick Texas town to the next; this trip was going from the boon dock town of Denton, Texas all the way to beloved New Orleans. The bandies loaded the buses enthusiastically, and they were off!