(El's note~ Hey! Sorry I was a little late in posting this one. The fic
should be ending in a few more chapters, or something like that. The Four
and I had our Solo and Ensemble competition March 29th, and played
"Fantasia on an Original Theme," by Joseph J. Phillips, and walked away
with a Silver! Sadly, we got a gold last year playing Cannon in D, but.
this was a harder piece. Sarah didn't play in our group last year, because
she actually played cello then. My friend Millie was our viola, but she
switched to. *shudders* band.
Oh well.
Read on, and I love you all!
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Rachel, Laura, and Elwyn walked to their practice room after not finding Sarah in the main room. It was Thursday, and the Four plus Cindy had decided to meet to discus tactics in waging war against the Nine and the Preppy One. They opened the door to the smaller hallway, and as they got closer to the room they were in that day, they were met with an insane sort of giggling.
"Sarah." Murmured Laura.
Rachel bit her lip worriedly.
"She's not. seeing things, or. killing anything, is she?"
"I'm not sure. She put paper over the window."
The three of them pressed their ears to the door, and heard Sarah continue.
"You *know* you can't leave me."
A pause.
"B-but, Billy! You can't be serious. not after all we've been through. just because. because I have glasses."
She started wailing quite loudly. "Since when did Sarah have glasses?" Asked Laura.
"She said something about getting them last week, but I wasn't really listening." answered Elwyn.
And then, she stopped crying, and started laughing madly.
Elwyn shook her head.
"It's like a big psychotic, schizophrenic mood swing."
"HA! Now we'll be even!!!"
Clearly heard against the laughing, there came a huge ripping sound, which made them all jump back in fear.
More insane laughter, and ripping.
Rachel cast them an uneasy glance.
"I feel like I'm in some Stephan King novel."
Laura hesitated, then opened the door.
Masking tape was everywhere. On the stands, chairs, filing cabinets.
Ceiling.
"Sarah, what in the name of Eru are you doing?!" was Elwyn's response to this horrifying sight.
Laura stared.
Rachel looked around her, before saying, "Sarah. are you. do you. feel okay?" Which pretty much summed up the situation.
Sarah blinked up at them from behind new glasses.
"Billy threatened to leave me, because of my new glasses," she explained. "So I gave him a pair, and now we're even." She held up "Billy," to show that she had crudely taped blue plastic sunglasses to the scroll of her instrument.
She suddenly hugged her viola very close.
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After a tiring quarter of an hour later, most of the tape had been removed, except for the stuff on the ceiling, which none of them could get down, and nobody excluding Sarah knew how it got on there. Sarah was frenching Billy (who now had a pair of very stylish specs); Rachel was holding a book so she couldn't see what Sarah was doing, and smiling at one of Elwyn's jokes; Elwyn was writing "Orlando is H-O-T" on her arm, and Laura had gone to get Cindy.
Dysfunctional, yes.
There was a knock on the door, and Laura and Cindy entered. Cindy looked extremely harassed, and said,
"I just had a run-in with three of the Nine. I had to make up this whole story to get them to leave." Elwyn looked up to ask what kind of story, but didn't get far, as Cindy gave her a warning look. Instead, she held out her arm, and said,
"For the people who can't read well."
Cindy shot her a sarcastic smile.
"It's about time you respected yourself."
They all sat down, and began to converse in quiet voices, occasionally writing down a thing or two on a scratch piece of paper.
(A/N- So, how was it? If you want to read a really awesome fic, check out Analia's "Memories from Long Ago." It seems a little Mary-Sue-ish at the beginning, but once the next few chapters are posted (Yeah, I got to read ahead!), you find out that the main character really has a good head on her shoulders, and she KICKS BUTT!!! If you want me to update, go read and review her fic!
I'm serious, though.
It rocks.
So what are you waiting for?
Go click on find (after you review this, of course), and type in Analia.
Go, now!
Oh well.
Read on, and I love you all!
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Rachel, Laura, and Elwyn walked to their practice room after not finding Sarah in the main room. It was Thursday, and the Four plus Cindy had decided to meet to discus tactics in waging war against the Nine and the Preppy One. They opened the door to the smaller hallway, and as they got closer to the room they were in that day, they were met with an insane sort of giggling.
"Sarah." Murmured Laura.
Rachel bit her lip worriedly.
"She's not. seeing things, or. killing anything, is she?"
"I'm not sure. She put paper over the window."
The three of them pressed their ears to the door, and heard Sarah continue.
"You *know* you can't leave me."
A pause.
"B-but, Billy! You can't be serious. not after all we've been through. just because. because I have glasses."
She started wailing quite loudly. "Since when did Sarah have glasses?" Asked Laura.
"She said something about getting them last week, but I wasn't really listening." answered Elwyn.
And then, she stopped crying, and started laughing madly.
Elwyn shook her head.
"It's like a big psychotic, schizophrenic mood swing."
"HA! Now we'll be even!!!"
Clearly heard against the laughing, there came a huge ripping sound, which made them all jump back in fear.
More insane laughter, and ripping.
Rachel cast them an uneasy glance.
"I feel like I'm in some Stephan King novel."
Laura hesitated, then opened the door.
Masking tape was everywhere. On the stands, chairs, filing cabinets.
Ceiling.
"Sarah, what in the name of Eru are you doing?!" was Elwyn's response to this horrifying sight.
Laura stared.
Rachel looked around her, before saying, "Sarah. are you. do you. feel okay?" Which pretty much summed up the situation.
Sarah blinked up at them from behind new glasses.
"Billy threatened to leave me, because of my new glasses," she explained. "So I gave him a pair, and now we're even." She held up "Billy," to show that she had crudely taped blue plastic sunglasses to the scroll of her instrument.
She suddenly hugged her viola very close.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After a tiring quarter of an hour later, most of the tape had been removed, except for the stuff on the ceiling, which none of them could get down, and nobody excluding Sarah knew how it got on there. Sarah was frenching Billy (who now had a pair of very stylish specs); Rachel was holding a book so she couldn't see what Sarah was doing, and smiling at one of Elwyn's jokes; Elwyn was writing "Orlando is H-O-T" on her arm, and Laura had gone to get Cindy.
Dysfunctional, yes.
There was a knock on the door, and Laura and Cindy entered. Cindy looked extremely harassed, and said,
"I just had a run-in with three of the Nine. I had to make up this whole story to get them to leave." Elwyn looked up to ask what kind of story, but didn't get far, as Cindy gave her a warning look. Instead, she held out her arm, and said,
"For the people who can't read well."
Cindy shot her a sarcastic smile.
"It's about time you respected yourself."
They all sat down, and began to converse in quiet voices, occasionally writing down a thing or two on a scratch piece of paper.
(A/N- So, how was it? If you want to read a really awesome fic, check out Analia's "Memories from Long Ago." It seems a little Mary-Sue-ish at the beginning, but once the next few chapters are posted (Yeah, I got to read ahead!), you find out that the main character really has a good head on her shoulders, and she KICKS BUTT!!! If you want me to update, go read and review her fic!
I'm serious, though.
It rocks.
So what are you waiting for?
Go click on find (after you review this, of course), and type in Analia.
Go, now!