Again, please remember, this never actually happened.....
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It was just a normal Friday afternoon...nobody ever suspected that by the end of the day the band would be in all out war...
We were arranged on our practice field, going over our pre-game show once more before the first home game of the season. We marched off the edge of our field in the exit at the end, and Mr. B stopped us.
"Good. Now you have ten minutes to use the restroom and make sure you have everything before we march over to the field" he said
"That's a *real* long trip" muttered Abby, a fellow clarinet.
"Yeah," I replied, "We'll be leaving...on a trip to nowhere!"
We went on our merry WW way to make sure we had music and anything else we needed.
*meanwhile* the percs were still in formation until Moe rapped on his drum, dismissing them.
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Later, at the game...
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Tim stood whispering to Mike over by the side of the band stands (you know...where us band freaks sit).
"I'm sure, master, I'm sure of it!"
"So, the saxes are plotting against me again...I've dealt with them before, I can do it again" he answered his evil stooge.
"But they've become more powerful since then...Nick has a new apprentice. You know they're more dangerous in groups."
"Nevertheless, I will prevail. I will not be defeated. Third quarter. Depend on it"
"Yes, master." Tim knew he couldn't argue.
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"Barb...I need you to help me." Nick whispered. They were skulking in the shadows on the other side of the stands. "You have inside information, I know you can tell me."
"If Mike finds out...he'll have my head."
"But I *need* you. Does he know? Tim's been way too close to me the last few days...if he found out what I'm planning..."
"He'll squeal. I know. But if Mike even catches me talking to you..."
"He won't. He's too busy talking with Tim...oh, no. Look at him. He knows, doesn't he."
"Probably. I'd watch out if I were you. Third quarter. I'd bet my life on it. If he knows..."
"Thanks Barb. I'll be careful. Now don't be seen. Slip away, back to the rest of the percs."
"I'll see you. Good luck with him."
"Thanks"
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meanwhile, clars, flutes, and pics talk and giggle up a storm...relevant, no...but it's ME, I can't abandon ME.
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halftime show plays....
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short I know but the next one'll be longer I promise
love it, hate it, I have the next chapter ready but won't post until I get reviewed.
so REVIEW or you'll never see 3rd quarter...ever again...MUAHAHA
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It was just a normal Friday afternoon...nobody ever suspected that by the end of the day the band would be in all out war...
We were arranged on our practice field, going over our pre-game show once more before the first home game of the season. We marched off the edge of our field in the exit at the end, and Mr. B stopped us.
"Good. Now you have ten minutes to use the restroom and make sure you have everything before we march over to the field" he said
"That's a *real* long trip" muttered Abby, a fellow clarinet.
"Yeah," I replied, "We'll be leaving...on a trip to nowhere!"
We went on our merry WW way to make sure we had music and anything else we needed.
*meanwhile* the percs were still in formation until Moe rapped on his drum, dismissing them.
---------------------
Later, at the game...
---------------------
Tim stood whispering to Mike over by the side of the band stands (you know...where us band freaks sit).
"I'm sure, master, I'm sure of it!"
"So, the saxes are plotting against me again...I've dealt with them before, I can do it again" he answered his evil stooge.
"But they've become more powerful since then...Nick has a new apprentice. You know they're more dangerous in groups."
"Nevertheless, I will prevail. I will not be defeated. Third quarter. Depend on it"
"Yes, master." Tim knew he couldn't argue.
---
"Barb...I need you to help me." Nick whispered. They were skulking in the shadows on the other side of the stands. "You have inside information, I know you can tell me."
"If Mike finds out...he'll have my head."
"But I *need* you. Does he know? Tim's been way too close to me the last few days...if he found out what I'm planning..."
"He'll squeal. I know. But if Mike even catches me talking to you..."
"He won't. He's too busy talking with Tim...oh, no. Look at him. He knows, doesn't he."
"Probably. I'd watch out if I were you. Third quarter. I'd bet my life on it. If he knows..."
"Thanks Barb. I'll be careful. Now don't be seen. Slip away, back to the rest of the percs."
"I'll see you. Good luck with him."
"Thanks"
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meanwhile, clars, flutes, and pics talk and giggle up a storm...relevant, no...but it's ME, I can't abandon ME.
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halftime show plays....
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short I know but the next one'll be longer I promise
love it, hate it, I have the next chapter ready but won't post until I get reviewed.
so REVIEW or you'll never see 3rd quarter...ever again...MUAHAHA