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The Quest to be a Band Nerd
Chapter 4: Lunch Break
As is a custom of band trips, those with more influence in the general crowd achieved the better seats on the buses. Therefore, the majority of the trombone section, the section leaders, and the percussionists were hidden away in the back of the bus. Meanwhile, the card club placed themselves blissfully and knowingly in the front of the bus. While those in back avoided parental guidance, the privileged few in the front had complete and utter control over the movies to be watched.
The expedition to New Orleans was, overall, uneventful. The only sights to see, when given a chance, were empty fields or goop filled swamps. Every now and then there would be a noxious stench that overtook the entire bus. The deadly odor was quite obviously spraying in from the general direction of the tubas.
As the buses pulled up to a stop for lunch, the bandies chattered with mindless innocence as they prepared to charge the local fast-food restaurants. The doors were opened and the parking lot exploded with the yells of starved band nerds searching for fresh meat. They separated into unorganized packs, heading towards the Sonic, McDonalds, and gas station that were located in the immediate area.
The people that found themselves ordering at Sonic were sadly disappointed, as their orders were not taken for well over twenty minutes. As they nibbled their burgers, the card club headed back to the bus, and met up with Ashley and Cory on the way. Ashley was a freshman guard girl that had come along on the trip for the heck of it. She was widely known among her friends for being an extremely large klutz. Cory was a baritone freshman, who was currently engaged with Ashley. ;-)
The bandies gathered on the bus, and Ashley and Cory were giggling at Ashley's inability to open her gummy worms. While the chaperones (including Ashley's mommy) tried to settle down the overactive band nerds for role call, she tugged relentlessly at the invulnerable plastic bag. The role was being called, and one name was drawn out slowly behind the next. Out of nowhere, an earsplitting bang echoed through the quieted bus.
"ASHLEY!" shrieked the band mommy at the top of her lungs.
Gummy worms had scattered across all the seats within a three-seat radius of the center of the explosion. The people around Ashley burst into spasms of giggling as their laps were littered with small, multicolored worms. Soon, there was no evidence of the small explosion except for the glaring mom, the laughing bandies, and the cherry red Ashley.
The role call was soon finished, and the buses took off, yet again, towards their goal in New Orleans. The movies were still being selected by the privileged front few. As the film that was currently playing came to a not- so-abrupt halt, a census was taken to determine the next movie to be watched. An overwhelmingly large amount of the people on the bus (mostly in the back) voted for Armageddon, so the card club in front naturally chose Bring it On.
Hours later, after watching Step-mom, Bring it On, AND Armageddon; and after at least twenty choruses of "Ain't no mountain high enough," the buses pulled up to the glorious Doublet Tree hotel in the dead of night.
The Quest to be a Band Nerd
Chapter 4: Lunch Break
As is a custom of band trips, those with more influence in the general crowd achieved the better seats on the buses. Therefore, the majority of the trombone section, the section leaders, and the percussionists were hidden away in the back of the bus. Meanwhile, the card club placed themselves blissfully and knowingly in the front of the bus. While those in back avoided parental guidance, the privileged few in the front had complete and utter control over the movies to be watched.
The expedition to New Orleans was, overall, uneventful. The only sights to see, when given a chance, were empty fields or goop filled swamps. Every now and then there would be a noxious stench that overtook the entire bus. The deadly odor was quite obviously spraying in from the general direction of the tubas.
As the buses pulled up to a stop for lunch, the bandies chattered with mindless innocence as they prepared to charge the local fast-food restaurants. The doors were opened and the parking lot exploded with the yells of starved band nerds searching for fresh meat. They separated into unorganized packs, heading towards the Sonic, McDonalds, and gas station that were located in the immediate area.
The people that found themselves ordering at Sonic were sadly disappointed, as their orders were not taken for well over twenty minutes. As they nibbled their burgers, the card club headed back to the bus, and met up with Ashley and Cory on the way. Ashley was a freshman guard girl that had come along on the trip for the heck of it. She was widely known among her friends for being an extremely large klutz. Cory was a baritone freshman, who was currently engaged with Ashley. ;-)
The bandies gathered on the bus, and Ashley and Cory were giggling at Ashley's inability to open her gummy worms. While the chaperones (including Ashley's mommy) tried to settle down the overactive band nerds for role call, she tugged relentlessly at the invulnerable plastic bag. The role was being called, and one name was drawn out slowly behind the next. Out of nowhere, an earsplitting bang echoed through the quieted bus.
"ASHLEY!" shrieked the band mommy at the top of her lungs.
Gummy worms had scattered across all the seats within a three-seat radius of the center of the explosion. The people around Ashley burst into spasms of giggling as their laps were littered with small, multicolored worms. Soon, there was no evidence of the small explosion except for the glaring mom, the laughing bandies, and the cherry red Ashley.
The role call was soon finished, and the buses took off, yet again, towards their goal in New Orleans. The movies were still being selected by the privileged front few. As the film that was currently playing came to a not- so-abrupt halt, a census was taken to determine the next movie to be watched. An overwhelmingly large amount of the people on the bus (mostly in the back) voted for Armageddon, so the card club in front naturally chose Bring it On.
Hours later, after watching Step-mom, Bring it On, AND Armageddon; and after at least twenty choruses of "Ain't no mountain high enough," the buses pulled up to the glorious Doublet Tree hotel in the dead of night.