a/n-sorry I couldn't get this chapter up sooner...I was in Georgia for a week, then came home to find that my computer was completely screwed up, and couldn't connect to the internet...it was enough that I had suffered a week of internet withdrawal, then more...urgh. But it's up now, so smile, be happy!! I am...
oh, and btw i *will* eventually get the next chapter of attack of the percs up...i have most of it, hopefully within a few days. hopefully. (in other words...don't hold your breath, i've been really busy lately)
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So we were stuck in the library. There was only one door into it, and that was directly into the room full of cows. And that was a bad place to go....we didn't want to fall to the same fate as Dan. We were desperate to get out, we didn't want to have to stay in the library forever....plus the only other people in there besides me and Jay were...percussionists....it was getting noisy...they were banging on the walls, the floor, the filing cabinets...and I was getting a headache.
Well I'm not stupid...the first problem was stopping the percussionists' noise, and I knew the solution for that was easy. I grabbed Sally, and told Jay to prepare Zoe. "On three," I told her. "one...two...three!"
WHEEEEEEEEEEETT
Together we played the highest notes we could....my G and her Bb. The percussionists stopped immediately, and grabbed their ears. The really high notes had echoed off the walls in the small room, and they were all moaning in pain.
"Sorry, guys...but you were being obnoxious..." I told them.
After I'd solved the drumming problem, Kendra, who was by the entrance, looked out the window in the door. "Uh oh." she said. "They're getting into the lockers."
Me and Jay instantly looked at each other. We both shared the same thought. Ella. Sarah. My wooden concert clari...her flute. They were in our lockers. And the CRK cows were getting into them...we *had* to get them out.
So we pulled out something we'd been saving for such an instance as this. The paint balloons. Inside one of the filing cabinets in the library was a small supply of balloons filled with different colors of paint. Don't ask me why, we had to get them somewhere and it just seemed too cheesy to just pull them out of the air like we usually do.
We pulled out the balloons, about a dozen, so six for each of us. Then we pushed our way through the percs to the door. We readied ourselves, and pushed it open. The cows were busy digging through the lockers to notice us right away. Luckily they hadn't gotten to the flute and clarinet lockers yet, they were busy with the boners' and mellos'. But it was only a matter of time. So we rushed forward.
Then they noticed us. So we ran as fast as we could, hurling paint balloons as we went. We got to our lockers, grabbed our cases, and made a break for the BD's office. We crammed ourselves in there, where most of the rest of the flute/picc and clarinet sections were. By that point we only had one balloon between us. But we had saved Ella and Sarah, and that was enough. And yet there was still the problem of getting rid of the cows...
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reviews are appreciated.....
oh, and btw i *will* eventually get the next chapter of attack of the percs up...i have most of it, hopefully within a few days. hopefully. (in other words...don't hold your breath, i've been really busy lately)
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So we were stuck in the library. There was only one door into it, and that was directly into the room full of cows. And that was a bad place to go....we didn't want to fall to the same fate as Dan. We were desperate to get out, we didn't want to have to stay in the library forever....plus the only other people in there besides me and Jay were...percussionists....it was getting noisy...they were banging on the walls, the floor, the filing cabinets...and I was getting a headache.
Well I'm not stupid...the first problem was stopping the percussionists' noise, and I knew the solution for that was easy. I grabbed Sally, and told Jay to prepare Zoe. "On three," I told her. "one...two...three!"
WHEEEEEEEEEEETT
Together we played the highest notes we could....my G and her Bb. The percussionists stopped immediately, and grabbed their ears. The really high notes had echoed off the walls in the small room, and they were all moaning in pain.
"Sorry, guys...but you were being obnoxious..." I told them.
After I'd solved the drumming problem, Kendra, who was by the entrance, looked out the window in the door. "Uh oh." she said. "They're getting into the lockers."
Me and Jay instantly looked at each other. We both shared the same thought. Ella. Sarah. My wooden concert clari...her flute. They were in our lockers. And the CRK cows were getting into them...we *had* to get them out.
So we pulled out something we'd been saving for such an instance as this. The paint balloons. Inside one of the filing cabinets in the library was a small supply of balloons filled with different colors of paint. Don't ask me why, we had to get them somewhere and it just seemed too cheesy to just pull them out of the air like we usually do.
We pulled out the balloons, about a dozen, so six for each of us. Then we pushed our way through the percs to the door. We readied ourselves, and pushed it open. The cows were busy digging through the lockers to notice us right away. Luckily they hadn't gotten to the flute and clarinet lockers yet, they were busy with the boners' and mellos'. But it was only a matter of time. So we rushed forward.
Then they noticed us. So we ran as fast as we could, hurling paint balloons as we went. We got to our lockers, grabbed our cases, and made a break for the BD's office. We crammed ourselves in there, where most of the rest of the flute/picc and clarinet sections were. By that point we only had one balloon between us. But we had saved Ella and Sarah, and that was enough. And yet there was still the problem of getting rid of the cows...
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reviews are appreciated.....