A/N- Sorry it's been so LONG, but I haven't been in the mood to write lately, but I am now!
Sureshot Higgins- Thanks for the review. This section is like a lot of percussion I've seen, so it doesn't surprise me that yours is this way too. Mine is actually the opposite, tons of girls and just a few boys.
Firecracker- Thanks for the review! I hope this chapter is exciting for you.
Firemask- Sorry it's been so long again. I hope they start getting along too!
Mondie- I can't help it, I love writing you as a ditzy. It reminds me of you and your fake voice at work! HaHA! I miss band camp * tear *. L
Drama-Queen- I updated!
AaronLorhlover24- I hope this chapter is good too. I enjoyed writing the fight at the end of the last chapter too.
Klutz- I hope this is good and interesting too. You do seem very excited in your review… hehee
Seraph- I'll try to write more about Mandy and Mush for you here soon.
Chachi- I am also very sad because I graduated this year to and I no longer have marching band :*(
Galaxy- Yes Spot is explosive. I hope you like this chapter.
Chapter 15
Quickly, Mrs. Teaker and Mr. S. ran to the table in the far corner of the mess hall to end the fight of the senior percussionists.
"Stop!" Mr. S. shouted making the table look up at him. "What is going on here?" Mr. S. demanded.
Slowly the nine seniors looked around the room to see two angry directors, a table of shocked underclass percussion, a quiet band, and a trombone section laughing under their breath. The seniors looked at each other as if talking through ESP; they then looked at Mr. S. and replied 'Nothing' in unison.
"I want to see all of you outside right now!" Mr. S. shouted pointing toward the door. As the table exited the mess hall, the room erupted in talking about what had just happened.
"What happened in their?" Mr. S. insisted, "I have never seen behavior like that from this section in… in… in the whole time I've directed this band!"
"Nothing Mr. S. We were just working on a skit for skit night." Spot said quickly.
"Oh, skit night! I knew my section could never really be fighting! I do hope it a percussion skit! We don't have enough of those!" Mrs. Teaker exclaimed excitedly. Mr. S. looked at the seniors with a skeptical eye.
"Alright, but I don't want to see behavior like that again until skit night unless it's during free time." Mr. S. decided, "Go on back in and get some lunch."
Quietly, the nine walked back into the mess hall and got in line for lunch. Each percussionist had an annoyed look on their face as they waited for the tacos being served for lunch. They then sat back down at the table and ate quickly, everyone glaring, except for Mandy and Mush who were still trying to figure out why the fight had started anyway.
After lunch, the group headed down to the cabins, still with no speaking.
"Why were you glaring at me?" Kim asked Spot, causing him to stop and look at her.
"Why do you think I was glaring?" Spot asked cockily. This caused the rest of the section to stop to watch the two duke it out.
"I don't know, maybe because I stole some of your 'spot' light, maybe because for once in your life you think someone is equally as good as you, maybe because your scared that I'm not as good, but better, and that I haven't fully applied myself yet because I'm at a new school. So why don't you tell me Spot and stop acting like such an asshole." Kim said through clenched teeth and with that she spun around and headed down to the cabin leaving the section staring after her. Spot then stormed down the girls cabin after her, slamming the door behind them.
"Umm… Mandy, maybe you should come to our cabin, cuz I have a feeling that yours is a war zone." Race told her.
"Yeah, ok, I think that's a good idea." Mandy decided.