Since I did get a couple of reviews, I decided to add another installment to this ever-so-wonderful series of short musings. And insanity. Once again, the events prtrayed here are entirely true and more than a little insane.
Today we find out what happens when Drum Major B decides to joke around with me. Just so you guys know, Drum Major A does all the yelling and Drum Major B does the whistle commands. Brownie points to anyone who can guess what grade Lord Jareth is in.
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The whistle blew. The tubas started playing as we marked time. More lines popped out of the original line to form the blocks. Trombones, Saxes, mellophone, 3rd trumpet, French Horn (who didn't get a mellophone, but anything's better than my mellophone) and Baritone. Hey, that's my line!
"You're too far back," the flute behind me hisses in my ear. I move forward in a very wonderfully smooth and intelligent manner.
I stumbled out, and fell back into step quickly. March forward, march back, form diagonal lines, march out of the lines into a big fish-hook curve. Whistle blows. Stop marching, band. Don't step on me anymore, Baritone! My shoes are dirty from being stepped on. Of course I don't say it out loud and he doesn't hear me.
And here I am, on the 50-yard-line, right in the middle of the field, looking ever so wonderfully band nerdy. I'm on the 50, and I've got to be the only one now who doesn't have a spot on the next page. Or if I do have it, nobody's telling me.
I yell out to Drum Major B. "I don't have a spot, O Illustrious One! Please give me one!"
She laughs. "What, you don't have a spot?"
"No, I don't. Please give me one."
She checks the show pages. "What's your number?"
I tell her. She checks again.
"You're not on here."
I blink twice and stare. "What?"
"You're not on here."
"So what am I going to do? Stay on the 50 and dance or something?"
"No, but you can spin in circles."
"What?" I splutter. "Spin in circles on the 50?"
She grins at me. If she were taller it would be scarier, but she's not. "Yeah. Think of it as your own personal solo or something."
"Uh... okay..."
But so much for that... because Drum Major A came over later and showed me my spot. I was on the drill chart! Drum Major B lied to me! I feel so betrayed... so afraid... I don't know if you could possibly understand such a feeling!
Drum Major B never lies! She is good and true and pure and honest and generally perfect!
I confronted her about it the next day. She lied to me. She confessed and everything.
Today we find out what happens when Drum Major B decides to joke around with me. Just so you guys know, Drum Major A does all the yelling and Drum Major B does the whistle commands. Brownie points to anyone who can guess what grade Lord Jareth is in.
~
The whistle blew. The tubas started playing as we marked time. More lines popped out of the original line to form the blocks. Trombones, Saxes, mellophone, 3rd trumpet, French Horn (who didn't get a mellophone, but anything's better than my mellophone) and Baritone. Hey, that's my line!
"You're too far back," the flute behind me hisses in my ear. I move forward in a very wonderfully smooth and intelligent manner.
I stumbled out, and fell back into step quickly. March forward, march back, form diagonal lines, march out of the lines into a big fish-hook curve. Whistle blows. Stop marching, band. Don't step on me anymore, Baritone! My shoes are dirty from being stepped on. Of course I don't say it out loud and he doesn't hear me.
And here I am, on the 50-yard-line, right in the middle of the field, looking ever so wonderfully band nerdy. I'm on the 50, and I've got to be the only one now who doesn't have a spot on the next page. Or if I do have it, nobody's telling me.
I yell out to Drum Major B. "I don't have a spot, O Illustrious One! Please give me one!"
She laughs. "What, you don't have a spot?"
"No, I don't. Please give me one."
She checks the show pages. "What's your number?"
I tell her. She checks again.
"You're not on here."
I blink twice and stare. "What?"
"You're not on here."
"So what am I going to do? Stay on the 50 and dance or something?"
"No, but you can spin in circles."
"What?" I splutter. "Spin in circles on the 50?"
She grins at me. If she were taller it would be scarier, but she's not. "Yeah. Think of it as your own personal solo or something."
"Uh... okay..."
But so much for that... because Drum Major A came over later and showed me my spot. I was on the drill chart! Drum Major B lied to me! I feel so betrayed... so afraid... I don't know if you could possibly understand such a feeling!
Drum Major B never lies! She is good and true and pure and honest and generally perfect!
I confronted her about it the next day. She lied to me. She confessed and everything.