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THIRD QUARTER--SHOWTIME
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I wander off to the concession stand, digging money out of my pocket for my usual bottle of precious sugar-high giving mountain dew, when what else? Kris comes up behind me.
"Oh, great, my stalker" I mutter to myself as she says, as usual:
"Feel like you're being followed?"
Oh she's so cutesy sweet you could just eat her up. Eat her up? Sounds like a good idea...mmm...fried freshman flute...
"What do you want?" I ask. but of course she doesn't answer. hmph.
Then down the path comes...ooo...my best friend in the world! NOT!
Fred. Just what I needed to make my night complete.
"You'd better watch out if you know what's good for you" he said. "Mike's out for blood"
"Clarinet blood? I hardly think so. Saxes, my bet." I replied
"A woodwind's a woodwind, that's what I say. Or any wind for that matter."
"He won't mess with me. He scared stiff of Annabella." for an evil mastermind he had some weird fears...Annabella's not scary...It's the other section leader, Nita, you gotta watch out for.
"He may be, but I know *I* wouldn't be afraid to kick some clarinet butt"
"You try it...I've got powerful friends."
"Ha. Yeah, well..."
With that, he walked away.
At least he scared Kris off. Huh, he is good for something after all.
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Nick and Adam were skulking (yes, again with the skulking...you'd think he was up to something) back behind the main bleachers, making quick plans for taking on the percs.
"We don't have the weapons they do-those sticks are dangerous..." said Adam
"But that's not the point, my apprentice. None of the winds like those stupid percs. What we don't have in weapons we can make up in shear numbers"
"And the field commanders...they'll be with us right?"
"Of course, Adam. No one hates the percs more than them. Mr. E...the dreaded Rill...picks on them like they're his responsibility. They will join us...they will join me in leading!"
"We have to find them, though. Before Mike or Tim find us."
"Don't worry. They will pass by here. I told them I'd need their help...Look-there they are."
"Nick?" called Andy softly.
"Shhh!" Nick hissed, and beckoned the FC's toward him. "I can't hide here forever...he will find me. I need your help."
"Of course, anything to fight off the percs and upset Rill." answered Beth
"Find my other loyals. Mine, and yours. Anyone who'll fight those stupid percs."
"Got it" They told him, and hurried off.
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Mike had gathered up his own loyals. All had sticks shoved in their back pockets and were ready to whip them out should there be any sign of Nick or Adam. Barbara was with them, but only to make Mike think she was loyal. She was good at acting, and the evil tenor captain bought it.
"Look, master!" called Tim. "There's a crowd gathering behind the bleachers-maybe Nick is among them!"
"Of course! He tried to hide but it didn't work."
"But why the crowd?" asked Fred
"He's gathering an army!" exclaimed Tim.
"But he couldn't have known...unless *someone* tipped him off..." Mike said glaring around his group.
"[gulp]" said Fred.
"You TOLD HIM!" yelled Mike.
"no...no...i, um..."
"LIAR!"
"no, i just...might have mentioned it...to..."
"TO WHO?"
"...nicole..."
"YOU IDIOT! YOU TOLD A LOYAL WOODWIND WE WERE AFTER ONE OF THEIR OWN!"
"...um, yeah..."
"It's all your fault you know." Mike was no longer yelling, his voice had gone chilly cold. Fred would rather he'd yelled. "If we lose...you will be blamed."
"...yes master..."
"Yes, you should be saying that. It's the only way to keep your life. Follow me. And sticks at the ready."
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camera shot from above....
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Almost 150 band freaks, winds and FC's against the percussionists led by Mike, mass together into two groups and surge toward one another.
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short internal shots, showing small pockets of action
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Winds take brutal beatings from drumsticks, but Field Commanders give several percs nice pokes with their conducting batons. Fred loses an eye. In all the confusion Barbara can and does fight on the side of right, giving Tim some good lumps on his head. He may never be able to think as clearly as before. Not that he ever thought that well to begin with...
The commentator for the game sees this and decides it's much more interesting, and starts telling the crowd about the Battle of the Band. (yeah, it was a really slow game anyway...)
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back near the band bleachers...
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The commentator's announcements bring Mr. B back from whatever musical reverie he'd been in, and he sees his band split against each other. Grabbing Mrs. W and Mr. E he yells at them for not seeing it before. They run, all three of them, towards the wargrounds.
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come on, peeps, only one review? I know you can do better than that...
you'll have to if you want to see the next chapter...but thanks Katie for being that one at least...
THIRD QUARTER--SHOWTIME
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I wander off to the concession stand, digging money out of my pocket for my usual bottle of precious sugar-high giving mountain dew, when what else? Kris comes up behind me.
"Oh, great, my stalker" I mutter to myself as she says, as usual:
"Feel like you're being followed?"
Oh she's so cutesy sweet you could just eat her up. Eat her up? Sounds like a good idea...mmm...fried freshman flute...
"What do you want?" I ask. but of course she doesn't answer. hmph.
Then down the path comes...ooo...my best friend in the world! NOT!
Fred. Just what I needed to make my night complete.
"You'd better watch out if you know what's good for you" he said. "Mike's out for blood"
"Clarinet blood? I hardly think so. Saxes, my bet." I replied
"A woodwind's a woodwind, that's what I say. Or any wind for that matter."
"He won't mess with me. He scared stiff of Annabella." for an evil mastermind he had some weird fears...Annabella's not scary...It's the other section leader, Nita, you gotta watch out for.
"He may be, but I know *I* wouldn't be afraid to kick some clarinet butt"
"You try it...I've got powerful friends."
"Ha. Yeah, well..."
With that, he walked away.
At least he scared Kris off. Huh, he is good for something after all.
--------------------------------
Nick and Adam were skulking (yes, again with the skulking...you'd think he was up to something) back behind the main bleachers, making quick plans for taking on the percs.
"We don't have the weapons they do-those sticks are dangerous..." said Adam
"But that's not the point, my apprentice. None of the winds like those stupid percs. What we don't have in weapons we can make up in shear numbers"
"And the field commanders...they'll be with us right?"
"Of course, Adam. No one hates the percs more than them. Mr. E...the dreaded Rill...picks on them like they're his responsibility. They will join us...they will join me in leading!"
"We have to find them, though. Before Mike or Tim find us."
"Don't worry. They will pass by here. I told them I'd need their help...Look-there they are."
"Nick?" called Andy softly.
"Shhh!" Nick hissed, and beckoned the FC's toward him. "I can't hide here forever...he will find me. I need your help."
"Of course, anything to fight off the percs and upset Rill." answered Beth
"Find my other loyals. Mine, and yours. Anyone who'll fight those stupid percs."
"Got it" They told him, and hurried off.
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Mike had gathered up his own loyals. All had sticks shoved in their back pockets and were ready to whip them out should there be any sign of Nick or Adam. Barbara was with them, but only to make Mike think she was loyal. She was good at acting, and the evil tenor captain bought it.
"Look, master!" called Tim. "There's a crowd gathering behind the bleachers-maybe Nick is among them!"
"Of course! He tried to hide but it didn't work."
"But why the crowd?" asked Fred
"He's gathering an army!" exclaimed Tim.
"But he couldn't have known...unless *someone* tipped him off..." Mike said glaring around his group.
"[gulp]" said Fred.
"You TOLD HIM!" yelled Mike.
"no...no...i, um..."
"LIAR!"
"no, i just...might have mentioned it...to..."
"TO WHO?"
"...nicole..."
"YOU IDIOT! YOU TOLD A LOYAL WOODWIND WE WERE AFTER ONE OF THEIR OWN!"
"...um, yeah..."
"It's all your fault you know." Mike was no longer yelling, his voice had gone chilly cold. Fred would rather he'd yelled. "If we lose...you will be blamed."
"...yes master..."
"Yes, you should be saying that. It's the only way to keep your life. Follow me. And sticks at the ready."
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camera shot from above....
----------------------------------
Almost 150 band freaks, winds and FC's against the percussionists led by Mike, mass together into two groups and surge toward one another.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
short internal shots, showing small pockets of action
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Winds take brutal beatings from drumsticks, but Field Commanders give several percs nice pokes with their conducting batons. Fred loses an eye. In all the confusion Barbara can and does fight on the side of right, giving Tim some good lumps on his head. He may never be able to think as clearly as before. Not that he ever thought that well to begin with...
The commentator for the game sees this and decides it's much more interesting, and starts telling the crowd about the Battle of the Band. (yeah, it was a really slow game anyway...)
-----------------------------------------
back near the band bleachers...
-----------------------------------------
The commentator's announcements bring Mr. B back from whatever musical reverie he'd been in, and he sees his band split against each other. Grabbing Mrs. W and Mr. E he yells at them for not seeing it before. They run, all three of them, towards the wargrounds.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
come on, peeps, only one review? I know you can do better than that...
you'll have to if you want to see the next chapter...but thanks Katie for being that one at least...