First The Reed, then The Flute Stand, now… THE CHAIRS.
*Cue Twilight Zone theme*
This story is dedicated to the members of my section. I TOLD you I was going to write this. ^_^
The ChairsIt was the last day of band for our seniors… and each section was sitting together in vague resemblances of circles, saying their last words to each other.
One section in particular, namely the flutes and oboes, had their members sitting in cramped positions in a corner of the band room, directly under three very high stacks of chairs as they discussed where they were going to go for lunch.
As she listened, a flautist recruit was pulling absentmindedly at the legs of one of the bottom chairs, not thinking about the possible consequences of her actions.
"Stop that," someone chided. "If the chairs fall down, half our section will be squished."
A smattering of laughter was heard.
"Hey, I can write a story about that!" a certain oboist said. "All the chairs fall down and kill half the section! It shall be called… THE CHAIRS."
The poor oboist was met with various glares, and not-so-good comments about The Reed were suddenly heard.
The flautist recruit went back to pulling the chairs.
"NOOOOO!"
And they all came a-tumbling down.
So there you have it… the reason for the sudden reduction in the size of the flutes and oboes section.
THE END
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