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Shem'ly, Ashley, Cory, Amelia, Rosaline, Emma, Took_Baggins, Charlie,
Jessica…everyone! Thanks and keep them coming! (Beware…this is a fluffy
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The Section Wars
Chapter 16: Trumpet?
Everyone was bored. The trumpets were lounging in their cabins, waiting for the low brass to do something stupid. The saxes were also lying around, bored to tears. None of them had anything to do but wait, and Scott would not let them go back to their cabins.
DJ decided he was too bored to just sit around in a cabin and do nothing, so he took out her hidden deck of cards, and suddenly became the life of the cabin.
"Blackjack!"
"Moe!"
"007!"
"Strip poker!"
As random card game names were being yelled out, and excited trumpets were swarming DJ; Robbie walked into the drum major room, hoping to find something better to do. Inside were Becky and James, going over the marching show and practicing when to cue with the recorded tape.
They were on Maleguena, and the show was almost over. In the middle of the swing section, James sneezed, and fell over backwards trying to recover himself. Becky burst into uncontrollable laughter, and collapsed onto the ground, knocking over the bench with the CD player on it. The player fell off and smashed into the ground, but the two laughed even more.
Eventually they were able to control their laughter, and they pulled themselves off the ground. James picked up the CD player, and put it back on the shelf. He walked past Robbie and into the cacophony of sound coming from the trumpet card room. Robbie walked over to where Becky was standing, arranging the plumes in the small grey plume boxes.
"Becky, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked, making sure not to startle her.
"Sure. What about?"
"I wanna switch to trumpet. I don't like sax anymore. I mean, it's nice and all, but I'm more of a brass person. Will you help me learn trumpet? Please?"
"Sure. That would be fun. When do you want to start?"
"ASAP. I'm going to go tell James that I am no longer in his section…"
Robbie walked through the card room, making sure only to step on the people he didn't like. (Mainly the flutes ;-) As he reached where James was sitting, he punched the drum majoring sax to get his attention.
"Yeah?" came the angered response from James, while he was trying to slap back into a game of Egyptian Ratscrew. "What do you want?" He lunged for a pair of queens, but Joanna got there first. He stuck his tongue out at her, then turned to face Robbie.
"I am quitting saxophone, and joining trumpet," Robbie said, afraid of James' reaction.
"Okay, whatever toasts your bagel," James replied, then turned back in time to miss another pair.
"That was easier than I thought," Robbie thought to himself as he walked back to find an unused trumpet. Before finding one that was not already claimed by a trumpet, he bumped into Scott. "Uh…hello, sir."
"What are you doing?" Scott questioned, a furious look on his face. "Are you trying to steal one of our trumpets to mutilate for the low brass?"
"No sir! I was just speaking with Becky, and I have decided to switch to trumpet. I have always wanted to play trumpet, but I was forced to be in the low brass section. I have wanted to follow in your footsteps during this whole war…that's why I switched to sax. It was the only instrument open at the time. But now I will be able to go after my real ambition…to be a trumpet player!"
"If you really feel that way, here. This is my old trumpet. It is the one I began on…it's yours now. Enjoy." With that, Scott walked off to see why the low brass had not attacked yet, and broke up the ludicrous card game on the way. Robbie began trumpet lessons, and everyone else was bored to tears.
The Section Wars
Chapter 16: Trumpet?
Everyone was bored. The trumpets were lounging in their cabins, waiting for the low brass to do something stupid. The saxes were also lying around, bored to tears. None of them had anything to do but wait, and Scott would not let them go back to their cabins.
DJ decided he was too bored to just sit around in a cabin and do nothing, so he took out her hidden deck of cards, and suddenly became the life of the cabin.
"Blackjack!"
"Moe!"
"007!"
"Strip poker!"
As random card game names were being yelled out, and excited trumpets were swarming DJ; Robbie walked into the drum major room, hoping to find something better to do. Inside were Becky and James, going over the marching show and practicing when to cue with the recorded tape.
They were on Maleguena, and the show was almost over. In the middle of the swing section, James sneezed, and fell over backwards trying to recover himself. Becky burst into uncontrollable laughter, and collapsed onto the ground, knocking over the bench with the CD player on it. The player fell off and smashed into the ground, but the two laughed even more.
Eventually they were able to control their laughter, and they pulled themselves off the ground. James picked up the CD player, and put it back on the shelf. He walked past Robbie and into the cacophony of sound coming from the trumpet card room. Robbie walked over to where Becky was standing, arranging the plumes in the small grey plume boxes.
"Becky, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked, making sure not to startle her.
"Sure. What about?"
"I wanna switch to trumpet. I don't like sax anymore. I mean, it's nice and all, but I'm more of a brass person. Will you help me learn trumpet? Please?"
"Sure. That would be fun. When do you want to start?"
"ASAP. I'm going to go tell James that I am no longer in his section…"
Robbie walked through the card room, making sure only to step on the people he didn't like. (Mainly the flutes ;-) As he reached where James was sitting, he punched the drum majoring sax to get his attention.
"Yeah?" came the angered response from James, while he was trying to slap back into a game of Egyptian Ratscrew. "What do you want?" He lunged for a pair of queens, but Joanna got there first. He stuck his tongue out at her, then turned to face Robbie.
"I am quitting saxophone, and joining trumpet," Robbie said, afraid of James' reaction.
"Okay, whatever toasts your bagel," James replied, then turned back in time to miss another pair.
"That was easier than I thought," Robbie thought to himself as he walked back to find an unused trumpet. Before finding one that was not already claimed by a trumpet, he bumped into Scott. "Uh…hello, sir."
"What are you doing?" Scott questioned, a furious look on his face. "Are you trying to steal one of our trumpets to mutilate for the low brass?"
"No sir! I was just speaking with Becky, and I have decided to switch to trumpet. I have always wanted to play trumpet, but I was forced to be in the low brass section. I have wanted to follow in your footsteps during this whole war…that's why I switched to sax. It was the only instrument open at the time. But now I will be able to go after my real ambition…to be a trumpet player!"
"If you really feel that way, here. This is my old trumpet. It is the one I began on…it's yours now. Enjoy." With that, Scott walked off to see why the low brass had not attacked yet, and broke up the ludicrous card game on the way. Robbie began trumpet lessons, and everyone else was bored to tears.