The entire band then rushed as one out into the hallway. There they found
boxes upon boxes of reeds and music heaped in a pile.
"No! They got Kyle too!" Someone wailed.
Then suddenly Kyle himself erupted out of the middle of the pile.
"Kyle! What happened? Were you attacked?"
Kyle blinked.
"No..I was trying to reach 'Suite of Old American Dances' when the boxes tipped over on me."
The band visibly signed and turned to go back into the band room. Danielle turned back to Kyle to say something, but saw he was gone.
"Ah!"
The rest of the band turned, only to see Kyle gone, and a piece of paper slowly floating down to rest on the pile of boxes.
"Where'd he go?" asked Joy, a sax.
Not answering, the flute/piccolo section leader, Julie, reached out and grabbed the paper. She cleared her voice, looking anxiously at the rest of the band, and began to read.
"To the pathetic wind blowers.."
"HEY!" countered a percussionist. Julie shot him a look.
".HA! We have the whistle boy! Nah nah nah! Ha! And also, you've let your pathetic excuse of a band room alone and unguarded. Ha! Ha HAHA!
-Always in our prayers, Big Bad Non-Musical People"
"Ahhhhh!"
Cue the big 15 feet skirmish back to the band room.
Julie, Sarah, Danielle, and Erin led the way. They crept cautiously into the band room, only to see that the lights had been cut. Val flicked a light switch, and all those present immediately paled at the gory site that lay before them. There, on the band room floor, lay a trail of blood that streaked across the room and lead up to the window, and out.
"AHHH!"
"AH!"
"AAAAAHHHH!"
"They killed Cree!" Lauren wailed.
"Stay calm! There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this!" Sarah cried.
"Like what?!?!" Briana the trumpet shrieked, slightly hysterical.
"You're saying Cree was eating fries and spilled his ketchup, catching on his shoes, dragging it across the floor and climbed the window and fell out?!?!?!?!"
"Look," Danielle said calmly. "We know they have Kyle, and Cree. We know WHO has them."
"So, what are you getting at?"
Danielle narrowed her eyes, and the lights suddenly dimmed, leaving a spotlight on the french horn player.
"We're goin in."
"No! They got Kyle too!" Someone wailed.
Then suddenly Kyle himself erupted out of the middle of the pile.
"Kyle! What happened? Were you attacked?"
Kyle blinked.
"No..I was trying to reach 'Suite of Old American Dances' when the boxes tipped over on me."
The band visibly signed and turned to go back into the band room. Danielle turned back to Kyle to say something, but saw he was gone.
"Ah!"
The rest of the band turned, only to see Kyle gone, and a piece of paper slowly floating down to rest on the pile of boxes.
"Where'd he go?" asked Joy, a sax.
Not answering, the flute/piccolo section leader, Julie, reached out and grabbed the paper. She cleared her voice, looking anxiously at the rest of the band, and began to read.
"To the pathetic wind blowers.."
"HEY!" countered a percussionist. Julie shot him a look.
".HA! We have the whistle boy! Nah nah nah! Ha! And also, you've let your pathetic excuse of a band room alone and unguarded. Ha! Ha HAHA!
-Always in our prayers, Big Bad Non-Musical People"
"Ahhhhh!"
Cue the big 15 feet skirmish back to the band room.
Julie, Sarah, Danielle, and Erin led the way. They crept cautiously into the band room, only to see that the lights had been cut. Val flicked a light switch, and all those present immediately paled at the gory site that lay before them. There, on the band room floor, lay a trail of blood that streaked across the room and lead up to the window, and out.
"AHHH!"
"AH!"
"AAAAAHHHH!"
"They killed Cree!" Lauren wailed.
"Stay calm! There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this!" Sarah cried.
"Like what?!?!" Briana the trumpet shrieked, slightly hysterical.
"You're saying Cree was eating fries and spilled his ketchup, catching on his shoes, dragging it across the floor and climbed the window and fell out?!?!?!?!"
"Look," Danielle said calmly. "We know they have Kyle, and Cree. We know WHO has them."
"So, what are you getting at?"
Danielle narrowed her eyes, and the lights suddenly dimmed, leaving a spotlight on the french horn player.
"We're goin in."