OK, so it's been a long time...but be happy now, I have another chappie up...and I said it'd be awhile, lol
yeah, yeah...Rill is evil...he just knows that there are times for everything...and the first football game...puts them out of the running for competition, dunnit?
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the tension had been growing for months...Mr E and his band of way too work-happy percs had been practicing more than twice as much as the winds...but that was the *only* way he knew to get these wusses into the kind of performance they needed to get that one at state...yes, they had qualified...of course. They'd qualified at *every* contest...but they did that last year, too...and they still only got a two at state...so there was no telling...
So they practiced...and practiced...and practiced...and practiced...and practiced...and...Okay, I guess you get the idea...they practiced a lot...us winds did too...the show this year was particularly hard. Mr B (who is a genius and should be worshipped as such) wrote the main piece, as per usual...it was called "Moonlight in Ohio"...the show was charted by Mr L (aka Chuck...long story...) who again, as usual, tried to make us march across half the field in 32 counts, but hey, you can do anything if you believe you can, right?...right? ah, hells.
So we marched and we marched...we played and we played...and we watched them percs and Rill practice day and night...we loved them for being so good...loathed them for being so evil...such is the food for war...
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Me and Kris had been getting along no better lately...but what did you expect? Me to wake up one day and realize that what I *really* wanted for a best friend was a freshman flute whose only purpose in life was to be fried and eaten? Okee, kidding a bit...
But seriously, now...story, yes!
So me and Kris were walking along the drive outside the school (I may not particularly like her...but when you've got no good friends around...) near where the pitters were practicing. I found out that Lissa did leave the band room occasionally...but only to practice, go to football games, competitions, etc...what? You thought I was going to say classes?...ah, she's too smart already...besides, how could she write with those mallets in her hands?...
yeah, yeah...I digress...The pitters were practicing...a bit to one side was the battery...Mike, Tim, and Barbara's arms a blur as they beat out complex patterns...Rill in between the two groups yelling "come on now, you call that playing?!?"
"Yeah, and you could do better?" asked Fred...ooh, not a good idea...I knew that kid wasn't too bright...
"You think I *couldn't* do better?!...I *wrote* your part!!" Mr E grabs Fred's sticks and bangs out the rhythm perfectly with all the perfect motions...holy cow he's good...good at what he does but *not* nice about it..."and *you* shouldn't do it any worse...you've been practicing it haven't you...*haven't you*?!?"
"eep...yes...*yes* I've been practicing it!" Fred quickly gathered his wits..."Do you think I've just been faking it for however many hundreds of hours we've practiced this season? Of course not..."
"you'd better not have been, or by golly I'll have your head on a pike in my front yard! If we don't get that superior this year it'll be all *your* fault!! Now start over! From the beginning..."
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as you can see tension was getting high...even without the wind/perc enmity.
so we were in for big trouble, and soon...
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We were on the bus, on the way to state competition...three hours, plenty of time for madness to ensue...I, unfortunately had found the only empty seat left on the bus with ::shudder:: the percs...
So I witnessed the happenings on the bus...that doesn't mean it was at all pleasant, and I now wish I hadn't had to be there...
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TBC....muahahahaha......yeah, yeah, but a partial chappie is better than none, and I've kept my fans waiting for so long already....reviews are appreciated...
yeah, yeah...Rill is evil...he just knows that there are times for everything...and the first football game...puts them out of the running for competition, dunnit?
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the tension had been growing for months...Mr E and his band of way too work-happy percs had been practicing more than twice as much as the winds...but that was the *only* way he knew to get these wusses into the kind of performance they needed to get that one at state...yes, they had qualified...of course. They'd qualified at *every* contest...but they did that last year, too...and they still only got a two at state...so there was no telling...
So they practiced...and practiced...and practiced...and practiced...and practiced...and...Okay, I guess you get the idea...they practiced a lot...us winds did too...the show this year was particularly hard. Mr B (who is a genius and should be worshipped as such) wrote the main piece, as per usual...it was called "Moonlight in Ohio"...the show was charted by Mr L (aka Chuck...long story...) who again, as usual, tried to make us march across half the field in 32 counts, but hey, you can do anything if you believe you can, right?...right? ah, hells.
So we marched and we marched...we played and we played...and we watched them percs and Rill practice day and night...we loved them for being so good...loathed them for being so evil...such is the food for war...
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Me and Kris had been getting along no better lately...but what did you expect? Me to wake up one day and realize that what I *really* wanted for a best friend was a freshman flute whose only purpose in life was to be fried and eaten? Okee, kidding a bit...
But seriously, now...story, yes!
So me and Kris were walking along the drive outside the school (I may not particularly like her...but when you've got no good friends around...) near where the pitters were practicing. I found out that Lissa did leave the band room occasionally...but only to practice, go to football games, competitions, etc...what? You thought I was going to say classes?...ah, she's too smart already...besides, how could she write with those mallets in her hands?...
yeah, yeah...I digress...The pitters were practicing...a bit to one side was the battery...Mike, Tim, and Barbara's arms a blur as they beat out complex patterns...Rill in between the two groups yelling "come on now, you call that playing?!?"
"Yeah, and you could do better?" asked Fred...ooh, not a good idea...I knew that kid wasn't too bright...
"You think I *couldn't* do better?!...I *wrote* your part!!" Mr E grabs Fred's sticks and bangs out the rhythm perfectly with all the perfect motions...holy cow he's good...good at what he does but *not* nice about it..."and *you* shouldn't do it any worse...you've been practicing it haven't you...*haven't you*?!?"
"eep...yes...*yes* I've been practicing it!" Fred quickly gathered his wits..."Do you think I've just been faking it for however many hundreds of hours we've practiced this season? Of course not..."
"you'd better not have been, or by golly I'll have your head on a pike in my front yard! If we don't get that superior this year it'll be all *your* fault!! Now start over! From the beginning..."
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as you can see tension was getting high...even without the wind/perc enmity.
so we were in for big trouble, and soon...
-------------------
We were on the bus, on the way to state competition...three hours, plenty of time for madness to ensue...I, unfortunately had found the only empty seat left on the bus with ::shudder:: the percs...
So I witnessed the happenings on the bus...that doesn't mean it was at all pleasant, and I now wish I hadn't had to be there...
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TBC....muahahahaha......yeah, yeah, but a partial chappie is better than none, and I've kept my fans waiting for so long already....reviews are appreciated...