Title: Strange Happenings in Paradise
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: Oh my.well let me begin by saying most of this was my friend's idea! I loved it so much I turned it into a story. Oh dear! A composer has sold his soul to publish his newest work of art. He then becomes evil (yet is still honestly good looking.just to make this story frightening) and takes the entire marching band into an alternate universe that looks a lot like early 20th century England. The band fits into a strange mansion and their benefactor is the evil composer. A lone trumpet player must stand up to him and prove his love for the beautiful flutist (aka moi). A color guard member tries to seduce another trumpet player. All hell breaks loose. Well if it isn't a normal day at marching band!
Rating: PG?
MEEP!! Names have been changed to protect the identities of my friends. And also it might be embarrassing if someone I know read this and actually knew whom I was talking about.
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It was a dark and stormy night. Yes, the author, me, knows this is a cliché, but it was dark, and it was stormy, so why shouldn't I use it? I could say it was black and there was a thunderstorm, but why should I when I don't have to??
Anyway, the marching band was hastily learning fingerings so that when they rehearsed the music for the next few hours, they could actually play the music and have it memorized. Several of the students were looking over music from wind ensemble. They had just received a new piece and were supposed to learn part of it for tomorrow. One of the people, a flutist named Jackie, kept glancing at one of the trumpet players every now and then. This trumpet player, Rob, seldom noticed her at all. Jackie, of course, had a crush on him, but didn't know what to do.
While the others weren't paying attention, Jackie started talking to her friend Nicole about how she could possibly make Rob notice her.
"Pete says I should just ask him out.but I'm too afraid!" Jackie said.
"Who's Pete...?" Nicole asked, visibly frightened.
"My plume..."
"You named your PLUME??" Nicole's eyes went wide and she inched her chair away from Jackie.
"I thought that because it was alive it deserved a name," Jackie said, grinning.
"Girl, you need a psychiatrist!" an annoying ghetto wannabe girl named Susie said.
"Urm...Suse...this isn't your business, so stay out, please," Nicole said.
"Well...I won't forget this!"
Jackie and Nicole giggled as Susan inched her way towards the other girls. Nicole put her arm around Jackie and leaned against her shoulder.
"Let Fate decide if Rob is destined to be with you. The only way you're going to find out about that is if you actually take a chance. That's how I see it, anyway. Don't be like Suse, trust me, most guys don't like her style," Nicole said, hugging her and picking up her flute.
Finally, the extremely gorgeous band director started the warm up, and the color guard was wandering inside. Among the color guard was Veronica, one of the pretty flag-bearing girls, who wears the least amount of clothing as possible. Jackie noticed that Rob's eyes were focused on her, and she would have been sadder had Veronica not been one of her best friends. She also knew that Veronica was secretly and madly in love with another trumpet player named Tom. She giggled when she noticed Veronica mouthing the words "HELP ME!!" motioning towards Tom.
The drum major got up and called everyone to attention in the very annoying "Band, a-ten HUT!!" way. We were at attention for a while when she was about to call our instruments up. It was at that point that a very ominous darkness filled the room. Jackie began feeling sick to her stomach, and some other people groaned.
"You should be at ATTENTION," Tom, the very annoying trumpet section leader said. Jackie still couldn't understand what Veronica saw in him.
Jackie, as well as the rest of the band, fainted as the scenery disappeared into darkness. When the band came to, no longer were they standing in a crowded auditorium, but were surrounded by trees. Jackie looked around and noticed one of her non-marching friends was with them. In fact, Harry was the only non-marcher among them, so she went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"You can't possibly be telling me you joined marching band. So why the hell are you here as well as us?" she asked.
"You should be at ATTENTION!!!" Tom repeated.
Everyone just glared at him and someone even said, "Yo, Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore, so we don't need to be at attention."
"I was passing by...and I was transported here," Harry said, grinning innocently. What Jackie didn't know was that he was busy thinking of a way he could be evil. Not quasi evil, but entirely evil.
Jackie shrugged her shoulders in defeat and walked away, towards Nicole and Rob, when a mysterious shadow emerged from the woods to form a man. He was enticingly gorgeous, and even Jacquelyn, another flute player that shares Jackie's name, was drooling over him like she drooled over the sexy band director just five minutes ago.
"Hello, my friends. I'm sure you're all wondering what you are doing here, and all will be revealed in due time. But first, you look like you need some food and shelter. It just so happens I have a mansion up the road and would be honored if all of you join me," the man said, and waved us on, urging us to follow. His eyes fell on Jackie's as he grinned evilly, but only Jackie saw this.
Meanwhile, the one person who recognized the man as the composer of a certain piece that a certain author has made up and hopefully does not exist had his jaw wide open in surprise. His eyes were wide and his baton was on the floor. This man was the usual conductor of the wind ensemble, but does a lot less with marching band. He followed, but was still taken back by shock and wasn't exactly paying attention to what was going on.
Jackie was about to open her mouth to Nicole when the mansion was suddenly in view. It was huge and very gothic. There were even gargoyles ornamenting the sides, and everyone seemed to shiver at the site of it.
"That's where we're staying? Sweet!" someone said. That someone happened to be Nick, yet another trumpet player. Shame on those egotistical beings for thinking everything, no matter how evil it may look, could be considered "sweet."
"Is it cold in here?" Jackie whispered when they walked inside. "I suddenly feel like I need a sweater."
"It's not that bad...but I agree," Veronica whispered. She had snuck up behind her. "This place is pretty cool...and if all goes well I can finally see more of Tom!"
"I still don't see what you see in him! He's so annoying during marching band.and didn't he yell at you for almost hitting him with your flag?" Jackie asked, grinning.
"Shut up...I plan to change that!"
"Good luck..." Jackie said, and then realized that the guy who had led them to the mansion was speaking. She paid attention, but was secretly staring at Rob the entire time.
"Everyone follow me," the striking man said. He smiled at Jackie, and when she was about to go, he pulled her out of the crowd. "Except for you, my dear. You deserve our special treatment. We have a nice room just for you complete with maid service."
Jackie's eyes lit up at the "maid service" part and happily followed the maids up the stairs and into her own room. Several people watched her ascend solo, but didn't make anything of it.
"Jackster, what'cha doin'?" she heard someone call out. Jackie was about to reply when she was shoved into a room and the door slammed shut.
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This chapter is officially dedicated to the GCHS marching band. I 3 you all!! (and you too, cello dude ;D)
Author: Sparkling Diamond Satine
Summary: Oh my.well let me begin by saying most of this was my friend's idea! I loved it so much I turned it into a story. Oh dear! A composer has sold his soul to publish his newest work of art. He then becomes evil (yet is still honestly good looking.just to make this story frightening) and takes the entire marching band into an alternate universe that looks a lot like early 20th century England. The band fits into a strange mansion and their benefactor is the evil composer. A lone trumpet player must stand up to him and prove his love for the beautiful flutist (aka moi). A color guard member tries to seduce another trumpet player. All hell breaks loose. Well if it isn't a normal day at marching band!
Rating: PG?
MEEP!! Names have been changed to protect the identities of my friends. And also it might be embarrassing if someone I know read this and actually knew whom I was talking about.
~*~*~
It was a dark and stormy night. Yes, the author, me, knows this is a cliché, but it was dark, and it was stormy, so why shouldn't I use it? I could say it was black and there was a thunderstorm, but why should I when I don't have to??
Anyway, the marching band was hastily learning fingerings so that when they rehearsed the music for the next few hours, they could actually play the music and have it memorized. Several of the students were looking over music from wind ensemble. They had just received a new piece and were supposed to learn part of it for tomorrow. One of the people, a flutist named Jackie, kept glancing at one of the trumpet players every now and then. This trumpet player, Rob, seldom noticed her at all. Jackie, of course, had a crush on him, but didn't know what to do.
While the others weren't paying attention, Jackie started talking to her friend Nicole about how she could possibly make Rob notice her.
"Pete says I should just ask him out.but I'm too afraid!" Jackie said.
"Who's Pete...?" Nicole asked, visibly frightened.
"My plume..."
"You named your PLUME??" Nicole's eyes went wide and she inched her chair away from Jackie.
"I thought that because it was alive it deserved a name," Jackie said, grinning.
"Girl, you need a psychiatrist!" an annoying ghetto wannabe girl named Susie said.
"Urm...Suse...this isn't your business, so stay out, please," Nicole said.
"Well...I won't forget this!"
Jackie and Nicole giggled as Susan inched her way towards the other girls. Nicole put her arm around Jackie and leaned against her shoulder.
"Let Fate decide if Rob is destined to be with you. The only way you're going to find out about that is if you actually take a chance. That's how I see it, anyway. Don't be like Suse, trust me, most guys don't like her style," Nicole said, hugging her and picking up her flute.
Finally, the extremely gorgeous band director started the warm up, and the color guard was wandering inside. Among the color guard was Veronica, one of the pretty flag-bearing girls, who wears the least amount of clothing as possible. Jackie noticed that Rob's eyes were focused on her, and she would have been sadder had Veronica not been one of her best friends. She also knew that Veronica was secretly and madly in love with another trumpet player named Tom. She giggled when she noticed Veronica mouthing the words "HELP ME!!" motioning towards Tom.
The drum major got up and called everyone to attention in the very annoying "Band, a-ten HUT!!" way. We were at attention for a while when she was about to call our instruments up. It was at that point that a very ominous darkness filled the room. Jackie began feeling sick to her stomach, and some other people groaned.
"You should be at ATTENTION," Tom, the very annoying trumpet section leader said. Jackie still couldn't understand what Veronica saw in him.
Jackie, as well as the rest of the band, fainted as the scenery disappeared into darkness. When the band came to, no longer were they standing in a crowded auditorium, but were surrounded by trees. Jackie looked around and noticed one of her non-marching friends was with them. In fact, Harry was the only non-marcher among them, so she went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"You can't possibly be telling me you joined marching band. So why the hell are you here as well as us?" she asked.
"You should be at ATTENTION!!!" Tom repeated.
Everyone just glared at him and someone even said, "Yo, Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore, so we don't need to be at attention."
"I was passing by...and I was transported here," Harry said, grinning innocently. What Jackie didn't know was that he was busy thinking of a way he could be evil. Not quasi evil, but entirely evil.
Jackie shrugged her shoulders in defeat and walked away, towards Nicole and Rob, when a mysterious shadow emerged from the woods to form a man. He was enticingly gorgeous, and even Jacquelyn, another flute player that shares Jackie's name, was drooling over him like she drooled over the sexy band director just five minutes ago.
"Hello, my friends. I'm sure you're all wondering what you are doing here, and all will be revealed in due time. But first, you look like you need some food and shelter. It just so happens I have a mansion up the road and would be honored if all of you join me," the man said, and waved us on, urging us to follow. His eyes fell on Jackie's as he grinned evilly, but only Jackie saw this.
Meanwhile, the one person who recognized the man as the composer of a certain piece that a certain author has made up and hopefully does not exist had his jaw wide open in surprise. His eyes were wide and his baton was on the floor. This man was the usual conductor of the wind ensemble, but does a lot less with marching band. He followed, but was still taken back by shock and wasn't exactly paying attention to what was going on.
Jackie was about to open her mouth to Nicole when the mansion was suddenly in view. It was huge and very gothic. There were even gargoyles ornamenting the sides, and everyone seemed to shiver at the site of it.
"That's where we're staying? Sweet!" someone said. That someone happened to be Nick, yet another trumpet player. Shame on those egotistical beings for thinking everything, no matter how evil it may look, could be considered "sweet."
"Is it cold in here?" Jackie whispered when they walked inside. "I suddenly feel like I need a sweater."
"It's not that bad...but I agree," Veronica whispered. She had snuck up behind her. "This place is pretty cool...and if all goes well I can finally see more of Tom!"
"I still don't see what you see in him! He's so annoying during marching band.and didn't he yell at you for almost hitting him with your flag?" Jackie asked, grinning.
"Shut up...I plan to change that!"
"Good luck..." Jackie said, and then realized that the guy who had led them to the mansion was speaking. She paid attention, but was secretly staring at Rob the entire time.
"Everyone follow me," the striking man said. He smiled at Jackie, and when she was about to go, he pulled her out of the crowd. "Except for you, my dear. You deserve our special treatment. We have a nice room just for you complete with maid service."
Jackie's eyes lit up at the "maid service" part and happily followed the maids up the stairs and into her own room. Several people watched her ascend solo, but didn't make anything of it.
"Jackster, what'cha doin'?" she heard someone call out. Jackie was about to reply when she was shoved into a room and the door slammed shut.
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This chapter is officially dedicated to the GCHS marching band. I 3 you all!! (and you too, cello dude ;D)