A/N: My main note is at the end, but I had to say that the LCHS band is
back, and still stuck! New characters should be explained in the story,
but if you don't understand or if you have any questions, don't hesitate to
ask! Please review, flames accepted. Oh, yeah, bandhall was meant to be
one word, band isn't just and adjective, it's LIFE! And Bandhall Hall is
actually what we call the hall leading to the bandhall. Crazy, I know, but
LCHS wouldn't be LCHS without it! Ok, I'll get on with it now.
Chapter Two: TUBAS?!?!?!
"Ok, this is getting absolutely ridiculous. Ken, I'm right by the door and I'm leaving. Unless I run into the door and hurt MYSELF no one will get hurt. If you're not out in the parking lot in thirty minutes, I'm WALKING home!" Jenny, the Dumb Major's little sister (a French horn) declared. Katie was beginning to think Jenny had the right idea. And hey, she was shorter than Jenny, no one would REALLY see her leaving the bandhall, especially if she got right in front of Jenny so no one could see her even if they tried.
Jenny reached out for the doorknob and tugged. Nothing happened. Jenny pulled a little harder. Still, nothing moved. Jenny threw her backpack and purse onto the floor and began jerking on the doorknob with all her might. The bandhall door simply would not budge.
"ALL RIGHT, WHOEVER'S IN THERE HOLDING THE DOOR SHUT, WE'RE COMING AFTER YOU! YOU WILL BE SEVERLY PUNISHED FOR THIS ACT OF DISPOBEDIENCE!" a muffled voice could be heard, apparently shouting angrily through the door to the Bandhall Hall. Everyone groaned. It was Mr. McAdow.
"OH MY GOSH I FORGOT! My dad was fixing to go yell at Mr. Wurst for failing another kid because he's in band! Oh, man, he must have gotten stuck out there in the Bandhall Hall!" Allison cried. Everyone groaned louder. A MAD Mr. McAdow.
"MR. MCADOW, CAN YOU HEAR US?!" Mr. Bachelor shouted desperately. He had fought his way through the crowd to the door, since he of course was above Ken's Dumb Major orders.
"MR. BACHELOR, WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Mr. McAdow shouted back.
"I'M NOT AT ALL ENTIRELY SURE! WE CAN'T SEEM TO GET THE DOOR OPEN AND THERE ARE NO LIGHTS ON IN HERE!"
"THERE ARE LIGHTS OUT HERE, BUT I CAN'T GET THE DOOR TO THE ATHETICS HALLWAY OPEN! HAVE YOU TRIED THE DOOR TO THE OUTSIDE?!"
Mr. Bachelor's face suddenly brightened. He raced through the bandhall (ignoring protesting shouts from the band nerds he was forced to run-over in the pitch blackness.
"Ah hahahahahhahahahaha I'm going to get out of here alive! No babysitting and entire band for me, I'm going home to eat cookies and chips and watch football! Ah hahahahahahahahahahahahaha you will not get me evil BAND DEVIL!" Mr. Bachelor mumbled manically as he raced to the door leading to the courtyard outside the school.
"So THAT'S what happens to you when you spend more than 8 years in band. Remind me NOT to be a band director when I graduate!" Katie whispered to Sandy. Sandy nodded in the blackness.
Mr. Bachelor finally reached the opposite door. He pulled with all his might.
CLICK! The lights burst back on.
"Now THAT was weird," Mr. Bachelor said in a surprisingly calm manner. Then he promptly began to panic.
"OH MY DEARIE GOODNESS THE DOOR WON'T OPEN! WE'RE TRAPPED, WE'RE TRAPPED! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" And with that, the LCHS assistant band director fainted.
"Oh, great. Now we have no responsible adult. Someone PLEASE shut those tubas up!" Susheela, another intelligent flute playing sophomore shouted at the top of her VERY STRONG lungs.
The entire tuba section had burst into tears. "WAAAAAAAAAAAA WE'RE STUCK WE'RE NEVER GONNA GET OUT OF HERE WE'RE GONNA DIE!" screamed Chris, a particularly tall tuba. "I WANT MY MOMMY!" All the rest of the tubas were screaming similar comments through hysteric tears. Watching this display, the trumpets were starting to get a little jittery.
"Oh my gosh, let me through!" Katie demanded in an exasperated manner. "Look, Chris, how do you think WE feel about being stuck here?! And WE aren't bawling like babies, are we? Granted, we do have an IQ higher than a baby's, but you've GOT to grow up! WILL YOU ALL STOP SOBBING BEFORE YOU SET THE TRUMPETS OFF?!" Katie suddenly screamed when she had reached the group of tubas in the corner of the bandhall near the tuba room.
There was an abrupt silence as every single tuba player (above 5'6") shut their mouths and cowered from the David standing next to the Goliaths. Small people may not have much in the way of physical intimidation, but you'll discover many of them make up for that by thinking they do.
"Ok, well, now that the tubas have all stopped, trumpets, chill. Guys, we're gonna be all right! All we have to do is wait until McAdow can get a janitor to come unlock the doors. Somebody let me through to the door!" Jeff, the band president commanded. It became clear that the band was made of tougher stuff than the directors.
"Mr. McAdow, are there any janitors on the other side of the Bandhall Hall door?!" Jeff yelled to Mr. McAdow.
"Jeff, is that you? Negative, there is absolutely no traffic passing through the athletics hallway! But the janitors WILL make it through here on their rounds, they just haven't gotten through the rest of the school yet!" Mr. McAdow shouted back authoritively. "Where is Mr. Bachelor?"
"Uhhhh.he's.not available right now! Are you Mr. Bachelor?" Jeff covered quickly. He covered his mouth and deepened his voice. "I can't come to the door right now, but I'll be back soon!"
The flutes started giggling. Jeff looked thoroughly embarrassed, but not as completely and utterly humiliated Mr. Bachelor would be if Mr. McAdow knew he had fainted in the direst time of need. After all, weren't the TEACHERS supposed to be in charge.NOT the band presidents and drum majors!
"All right, people, it looks like we're gonna have to hang tight till the janitors come later this afternoon! Does anybody have somewhere important they need to be? Oh, nevermind, you won't get there. If anyone has a cell phone, we'd appreciate it if you'd pass it around and allow people to inform their parents of the situation so there won't be a panic!" Ken called from the other side of the bandhall.
"Sandy, can I use your phone first? I was supposed to go to a dentist appointment, but that won't happen now since I was supposed to be there half an hour ago," Jenny the flute hissed softly to Sandy.
"Sure, go ahead," Sandy whispered back, and handed over her tiny, super-cute blue cell phone. Jenny took it and dialed her mother's cell phone number.
"It's ringing! Maybe we WILL be able to communicate with the outside world!" Jenny exclaimed excitedly. She waited expectantly for her mother to pick up. Suddenly her face fell. She dialed the number again, and waited. She started to panic and dialed again.
"Jenny, what's wrong?" Allison asked in a muted voice.
"It won't finish the call! We forgot that there isn't any cell phone reception in the school, and that means the bandhall, too!" All over the bandhall, people were having the same problem with various phones. The tubas were starting to panic again.
"TUBAS SHUT-UP!" Aimee, the all-state symphonic piccolo player (who was gifted with extreme voice amplification) screamed. "Ok, nobody panic. We'll get the keys from Mr. Bachelor, open his office, and form a line to use his phone!"
Once the keys had been detatched from Mr. Bachelor's unconcious form, the line had started at Mr. Bachelor's door. Calvin, an extremely good trumpet playing freshman, was first to attempt a call to his parents. Just as he heard the "Hello?" from his mother,
"THE LINE WENT DEAD!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHOSE SICK JOKE IS THIS ANYWAY?!" Calvin screamed loudly enough for everyone in the bandhall to hear.
Panic broke out among several brass sections. NOW how would they get home? Would they miss Opra tonight? Would they have to sleep on the cold, hard bandhall floor instead of their nice warm beds tonight?!
That was the LEAST of the flutes worries as the tubas broke out sobbing and screaming again. How could they possibly live another minute with those big babies in the same BANDHALL as them?!
A/N: Oh, man, you guys might hate them, but I LOVE cliffhangars. Ok, so this one was a little weak, but I have to go study for my math final or I'll never pass! Hope you like the story so far, thanks CHSTromboneQueen for reviewing! It really helps to know people actually LIKE what you write. And btw, the "Dumb Major" phrase really doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the LCHS trombone section. Of course, who would come up with something like that if it wasn't the trombones?! I just forgot, the trombones haven't done anything stupid yet. Oh, but they will, they will.
Chapter Two: TUBAS?!?!?!
"Ok, this is getting absolutely ridiculous. Ken, I'm right by the door and I'm leaving. Unless I run into the door and hurt MYSELF no one will get hurt. If you're not out in the parking lot in thirty minutes, I'm WALKING home!" Jenny, the Dumb Major's little sister (a French horn) declared. Katie was beginning to think Jenny had the right idea. And hey, she was shorter than Jenny, no one would REALLY see her leaving the bandhall, especially if she got right in front of Jenny so no one could see her even if they tried.
Jenny reached out for the doorknob and tugged. Nothing happened. Jenny pulled a little harder. Still, nothing moved. Jenny threw her backpack and purse onto the floor and began jerking on the doorknob with all her might. The bandhall door simply would not budge.
"ALL RIGHT, WHOEVER'S IN THERE HOLDING THE DOOR SHUT, WE'RE COMING AFTER YOU! YOU WILL BE SEVERLY PUNISHED FOR THIS ACT OF DISPOBEDIENCE!" a muffled voice could be heard, apparently shouting angrily through the door to the Bandhall Hall. Everyone groaned. It was Mr. McAdow.
"OH MY GOSH I FORGOT! My dad was fixing to go yell at Mr. Wurst for failing another kid because he's in band! Oh, man, he must have gotten stuck out there in the Bandhall Hall!" Allison cried. Everyone groaned louder. A MAD Mr. McAdow.
"MR. MCADOW, CAN YOU HEAR US?!" Mr. Bachelor shouted desperately. He had fought his way through the crowd to the door, since he of course was above Ken's Dumb Major orders.
"MR. BACHELOR, WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Mr. McAdow shouted back.
"I'M NOT AT ALL ENTIRELY SURE! WE CAN'T SEEM TO GET THE DOOR OPEN AND THERE ARE NO LIGHTS ON IN HERE!"
"THERE ARE LIGHTS OUT HERE, BUT I CAN'T GET THE DOOR TO THE ATHETICS HALLWAY OPEN! HAVE YOU TRIED THE DOOR TO THE OUTSIDE?!"
Mr. Bachelor's face suddenly brightened. He raced through the bandhall (ignoring protesting shouts from the band nerds he was forced to run-over in the pitch blackness.
"Ah hahahahahhahahahaha I'm going to get out of here alive! No babysitting and entire band for me, I'm going home to eat cookies and chips and watch football! Ah hahahahahahahahahahahahaha you will not get me evil BAND DEVIL!" Mr. Bachelor mumbled manically as he raced to the door leading to the courtyard outside the school.
"So THAT'S what happens to you when you spend more than 8 years in band. Remind me NOT to be a band director when I graduate!" Katie whispered to Sandy. Sandy nodded in the blackness.
Mr. Bachelor finally reached the opposite door. He pulled with all his might.
CLICK! The lights burst back on.
"Now THAT was weird," Mr. Bachelor said in a surprisingly calm manner. Then he promptly began to panic.
"OH MY DEARIE GOODNESS THE DOOR WON'T OPEN! WE'RE TRAPPED, WE'RE TRAPPED! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" And with that, the LCHS assistant band director fainted.
"Oh, great. Now we have no responsible adult. Someone PLEASE shut those tubas up!" Susheela, another intelligent flute playing sophomore shouted at the top of her VERY STRONG lungs.
The entire tuba section had burst into tears. "WAAAAAAAAAAAA WE'RE STUCK WE'RE NEVER GONNA GET OUT OF HERE WE'RE GONNA DIE!" screamed Chris, a particularly tall tuba. "I WANT MY MOMMY!" All the rest of the tubas were screaming similar comments through hysteric tears. Watching this display, the trumpets were starting to get a little jittery.
"Oh my gosh, let me through!" Katie demanded in an exasperated manner. "Look, Chris, how do you think WE feel about being stuck here?! And WE aren't bawling like babies, are we? Granted, we do have an IQ higher than a baby's, but you've GOT to grow up! WILL YOU ALL STOP SOBBING BEFORE YOU SET THE TRUMPETS OFF?!" Katie suddenly screamed when she had reached the group of tubas in the corner of the bandhall near the tuba room.
There was an abrupt silence as every single tuba player (above 5'6") shut their mouths and cowered from the David standing next to the Goliaths. Small people may not have much in the way of physical intimidation, but you'll discover many of them make up for that by thinking they do.
"Ok, well, now that the tubas have all stopped, trumpets, chill. Guys, we're gonna be all right! All we have to do is wait until McAdow can get a janitor to come unlock the doors. Somebody let me through to the door!" Jeff, the band president commanded. It became clear that the band was made of tougher stuff than the directors.
"Mr. McAdow, are there any janitors on the other side of the Bandhall Hall door?!" Jeff yelled to Mr. McAdow.
"Jeff, is that you? Negative, there is absolutely no traffic passing through the athletics hallway! But the janitors WILL make it through here on their rounds, they just haven't gotten through the rest of the school yet!" Mr. McAdow shouted back authoritively. "Where is Mr. Bachelor?"
"Uhhhh.he's.not available right now! Are you Mr. Bachelor?" Jeff covered quickly. He covered his mouth and deepened his voice. "I can't come to the door right now, but I'll be back soon!"
The flutes started giggling. Jeff looked thoroughly embarrassed, but not as completely and utterly humiliated Mr. Bachelor would be if Mr. McAdow knew he had fainted in the direst time of need. After all, weren't the TEACHERS supposed to be in charge.NOT the band presidents and drum majors!
"All right, people, it looks like we're gonna have to hang tight till the janitors come later this afternoon! Does anybody have somewhere important they need to be? Oh, nevermind, you won't get there. If anyone has a cell phone, we'd appreciate it if you'd pass it around and allow people to inform their parents of the situation so there won't be a panic!" Ken called from the other side of the bandhall.
"Sandy, can I use your phone first? I was supposed to go to a dentist appointment, but that won't happen now since I was supposed to be there half an hour ago," Jenny the flute hissed softly to Sandy.
"Sure, go ahead," Sandy whispered back, and handed over her tiny, super-cute blue cell phone. Jenny took it and dialed her mother's cell phone number.
"It's ringing! Maybe we WILL be able to communicate with the outside world!" Jenny exclaimed excitedly. She waited expectantly for her mother to pick up. Suddenly her face fell. She dialed the number again, and waited. She started to panic and dialed again.
"Jenny, what's wrong?" Allison asked in a muted voice.
"It won't finish the call! We forgot that there isn't any cell phone reception in the school, and that means the bandhall, too!" All over the bandhall, people were having the same problem with various phones. The tubas were starting to panic again.
"TUBAS SHUT-UP!" Aimee, the all-state symphonic piccolo player (who was gifted with extreme voice amplification) screamed. "Ok, nobody panic. We'll get the keys from Mr. Bachelor, open his office, and form a line to use his phone!"
Once the keys had been detatched from Mr. Bachelor's unconcious form, the line had started at Mr. Bachelor's door. Calvin, an extremely good trumpet playing freshman, was first to attempt a call to his parents. Just as he heard the "Hello?" from his mother,
"THE LINE WENT DEAD!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHOSE SICK JOKE IS THIS ANYWAY?!" Calvin screamed loudly enough for everyone in the bandhall to hear.
Panic broke out among several brass sections. NOW how would they get home? Would they miss Opra tonight? Would they have to sleep on the cold, hard bandhall floor instead of their nice warm beds tonight?!
That was the LEAST of the flutes worries as the tubas broke out sobbing and screaming again. How could they possibly live another minute with those big babies in the same BANDHALL as them?!
A/N: Oh, man, you guys might hate them, but I LOVE cliffhangars. Ok, so this one was a little weak, but I have to go study for my math final or I'll never pass! Hope you like the story so far, thanks CHSTromboneQueen for reviewing! It really helps to know people actually LIKE what you write. And btw, the "Dumb Major" phrase really doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the LCHS trombone section. Of course, who would come up with something like that if it wasn't the trombones?! I just forgot, the trombones haven't done anything stupid yet. Oh, but they will, they will.