To My reviewers:
ellewyn greenleaf: Hi! Thank you so much for reviewing! yes, band camp was mostly fun…except that I didn't exactly know how to play my alto sax that well, since I, like your friend, am only playing it while I march.
Hildestohl: thank u for reviewing! I'm glad u liked it, and here's your next chapter!
glassneko: Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad u like Gimli with the drum…I thought it fit him well. Anyway, a flute actually might fit Legolas better, but you see, I put myself in as an oboe, and I didn't want to be the only one. Besides, if I put him with the flutes, he'd be with most of the people who would be saying, "oh! Look! Some actors! Wait, what are they doing here?" And no, you didn't scare me…
Person who's name I can't see (my third reviewer): Thanks for reviewing! I'll think about putting in a band party…except u know, we'll have to leave out the fondling part. I'm trying to keep it down to a G rating.
Alisyn: Thanks for reviewing. I'm so glad u liked it! Here's the next part!
A/n: this is after the first day of band camp, and we're at my house. My parents are um….not noticing the new addition to my household? I'll have to think about where they are! I'm sorry it's so short, but I had a huge English writing assignment also…my plot bunnies were tired!
Chapter 2: Practicing at home:
Legolas looks at me in surprise as I show him my bow and arrows. "These were my grandma's," I say. "I've been trying to find out how to work them, but I haven't had a teacher, you see," I explain sadly. "I will help you," he promises, and I grin, happy I can finally do something with the bow and arrow set. "Ok, now that we've eaten, everyone, we're going to have a practice session!" I yell into the house, and watch as the tired fellowship comes out.
"Do we have to march?" asks a tired Boromir. "Nope, we're going to be getting used to our instruments right now." "What?" asks Gimli, confused. I sigh. (we've somehow managed to spirit away the bass drum Gimli uses and the xylophones for the hobbits.) "We're going to be trying to get to know our instruments. You want to know their names, don't you?" (A/n: the name thing is something some friends of mine and I came up with—we've decided all instruments must be alive, because otherwise, when you were doing everything right, then you'd be playing perfect!)
"Well, I suppose I do," said Gimli, unsure. "I already know mine's name," says Legolas eagerly. I smile at him, approving; usually it takes instruments much longer to introduce themselves. It all depends on the person. The instrument won't ever tell someone it doesn't like its name. He's obviously gained this instrument's approval. "Well, then, Legolas, you go on and tell us," I say. He nods, and says, "I spoke long with this instrument. I believe it is a he—and I think his name is Joel." I smile, because I like the name Joel.
"I guess I'll go next," says Aragorn. "Cassandra, it sort of freaks me out that the sax and I have the same name…can't we make it Bob or something?" "No, Aragorn's his name," I say firmly. "You could always call him Estel, though. All of your names are his, too." Aragorn sighs but nods. "And besides," I add, "Bob is my name." Pippin giggles. I look at him and ask, "What?" "You said your name was Bob," he explains, and laughs harder. "So?" I ask him, confused. "Bob is a boy's name!" he says, and I glare at him, miffed. "It's just a nickname," I say angrily, and glare at him harder. He looks guilty and says, "I'm sorry, Cassandra."
I sigh, and just decide to get this over with. "Do any of you think you know your instruments yet?" The rest of them shake their heads, and I sigh in resignation. "Well, then, let's at least practice our music, alright? Alright?" I say more loudly, waiting for a response. I get a bunch of mumbled, "Well, I suppose so….if we have to….why me?" I glare at them, and yell for Gandalf, who appears to glare at the rest of them. I can tell he enjoys it immensely (sarcasm, sarcasm!). My also comes out to help work with Boromir and Aragorn, and I've conveniently kidnapped the adult percussion expert to help Gimli and the hobbits. He's not taking well to being kidnapped, especially not when he has to teach Gimli how to play the bass drum (the hobbits are actually getting alone quite well, since their people tend to be a musical one. Gimli, however, is providing some trouble, seeing as how he refuses to give up his ax and keeps threatening to chop off people's heads with the threat: "I'm not stupid! Don't try to treat me like I am!")
And so we began to practice our music. And it is…interesting? None of the fellowship truly know how to play the instrument I'd put them on, and so I have to fervently try to teach them all how to play….Alas, the things I get myself into! (BAD CASS, BAD!)
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umm….chapter 2 ½? :THE SECOND DAY
The next day we showed up at band camp a little bit better off with the music, but still thoroughly tired from the marching, and, in the case of everyone's 4 favorite hobbits, slightly hungry.
"But what about second breakfast?" Pippin was crying as I shoved him out of the car and into the school. "Pippin?" I ask. "What?" "When you were going to Rivendell with Aragorn, did you get a second breakfast?" "Well, no… but we did get an apple or something each day." (A/N; I don't remember if that happened in the books, it's been a while since I've read The Fellowship of the Ring, but it happens in the movie, so I put it in. Okie dokie?) I sigh and say, "Well, Pip, here we don't have time for things like that. You know what? I bet most of the people here haven't even had their first breakfast!"
All four hobbits stop to stare at me in total and utter horror. "Are they really that poor?" asks Frodo in horror. Sam gasps and says, "But that isn't right! Someone should feed them all!" "No, no, you don't understand," I try to explain. "Some of us just don't get hungry for breakfast. It's a human thing, my dear hobbits." Merry shakes his head and proclaims, "You humans are so odd, do you know that?" The hobbits hurry into the school in a little pack, whispering among themselves. I look at the other members of the Fellowship and laugh. "Hobbits can be so odd," I tell them, and we all smile at the halflings' obsession.
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And then there were sectionals…oh my…this could be interesting…
(A/N ::giggles:: and now we go to see the sectionals, where each person goes off with all of the other people who play the same instrument and practice the music…I dunno if I needed to explain that, but heck, why not, you know?)
In the oboe sectional: "OK, Legolas, you're picking up on these notes very quickly, you know that? Very good. You do, however, need to work on this part…here, let me show you how to play that high note. I'm sorry, I forgot to teach you that one…" Legolas leans over me to see how my fingers are positioned on the instrumentNothing much is happening in our oboe sectionals at the moment. I'm helping Legolas learn notes, and we're practicing the music, and that's about all. Nothing much. ****
In the percussion (drumline) sectional: "Look, Gimli, I appreciate that you don't think you're stupid, but I also don't think you know that much about marching, You don't know that much about playing a bass drum, either, so just listen to me!" yells the percussion section leader in frustration. "Sure I do," protests Gimli. "And even if I didn't, I could learn just by watching you. I'm a very fast learner, after all." "Ok, then," says the section leader, "play the first measure of the song." Gimli glares at him, and guesses. "Ha! You see? We don't even play during the first measure!"
"Oh, you meant the first song…I was playing the part for the…the third song!" Gimli protests (hehehe…don't get me wrong, Gimli's cool. I love the guy, truly, but I'm having fun imagining he's stubborn beyond belief…and this is supposed to be a humorous fic!) "We don't even have the music for the third song yet!" says one of the other drummers. "Um…." Says Gimli uneasily, "well…"****
In the alto saxophone sectional (now this one should be interesting…I know these guys the best!): "My name is Lia. I'm your head section leader," says Lia, introducing herself to Aragorn. "And I'm Amy," says the other section leader, "your assistant section leader." "Right…"says Boromir in slight confusion. "Um…what's a section leader?" Lia sighed, and the rest of the altos burst out laughing. "well…I guess we'll have to begin at the basics with you guys. Amy, would you take these two guys and work with them, while I work with the rest of the section. Amy grins, tried desperately not to laugh at these poor men, both who are looking more and more uncomfortable by the minute. "Sure Lia, sure," she says, dragging them off to another room to work with them.
In the percussion (pit) sectionals: Pippin laughs, and falls off of the stool that they've given him to stand on. The pit section leader and the adult helper glare waspishly at him. "What the heck is so funny?" demands Karen, the section leader. "You guys are!" cries Pippin, rolling on the ground. Merry starts to laugh also, but he thankfully keeps his more contained. Sam and Frodo sigh, and both try at once to explain their friends' behavior.
"You see, you humans," begins Frodo,
"You act so oddly sometimes," says Sam,
"Not eating enough, and yet some of you look so…so…so funny and jiggily and.." says Pippin, who's now laughing so hard tears are rolling down his cheeks.
"He means lots of you are fat. Like in this health magazine that we found in the parking lot…" Merry tries to explain. The entire pit percussion section stares, wondering what to do with these people that are clearly insane. Gandalf bursts in at that moment, sees the problem, and instantly drags off all four hobbits to speak to them…oh dear…
and, I must say, that's the end of Chapter 2. Sorry it took me so long, u guys!
