Many people have given me their ideas on what the next diary should be.
Popular consent would say I'd have written 'diaries of a drum major'
followed by 'diaries of a trombonist'. However, one reviewer struck me
with an idea so intriguing that I could not help myself.
Diaries of a Freshman Clarinet Slave
By: Silinde
Day 1
SHE has tossed aside a tissue. Yay! Now I have a diary. Am busy cowering under bleachers with two fellow slaves as new drum major is crowned.
Later
Still Cowering
Day 2
Ah! Ah! SHE'S coming! The demons of hell have unfurled their mighty wings and bared their scorching teeth. Ow! SHE'S got me by the ear!
Day 3
SHE comes yet again, like a monsoon about to destroy a small lighthouse atop a cliff. Yes, SHE comes, looking for someone to massage her feet. Curse HER, curse band camp, curse this vile life of servitude!
Day ?!??
Was smacked upside the head so at homecoming game that have lost sense of time and day. Not mention the feeling in my left cerebrum.
Day 1 since headsmacking
Ever notice how much like politics band is? I mean, you got your scheming politicians who are bent on world domination, and you have the general, decent, voting public. Or freshmen slaves. I suppose it depends.
Day 7 (head has cleared up sufficiently)
Woooooooooo. Pretttty drum mmmaaajjjooooooooooor
Day 8
Word got around about petition to free us. The Society Of Saxophone Adoration ( SOSA) has just been started. Worship times are Sundays at nine a.m., and weekdays at five p.m. Come in and share. Open your heart, love someone today.
Later
Was in the middle of cult worshipping Saxophone when heard blood curtling screams. Not unusual, but when heard it was a scream other than that of a freshman we chose to investigate.
Approximately five minutes later
Yummy! Not sure what this meat on a stick is, but Trombone assured me it was a rare delicacy. This is good stuff, must go get more.
(A/N: Hehe, I've decided. Trombone and French Horn/Euphonian or whatever next, then administrative types. Hmm, gotta fit a Tuba in there somewhere. Now review! Remember, my bunny is watching you.)
Diaries of a Freshman Clarinet Slave
By: Silinde
Day 1
SHE has tossed aside a tissue. Yay! Now I have a diary. Am busy cowering under bleachers with two fellow slaves as new drum major is crowned.
Later
Still Cowering
Day 2
Ah! Ah! SHE'S coming! The demons of hell have unfurled their mighty wings and bared their scorching teeth. Ow! SHE'S got me by the ear!
Day 3
SHE comes yet again, like a monsoon about to destroy a small lighthouse atop a cliff. Yes, SHE comes, looking for someone to massage her feet. Curse HER, curse band camp, curse this vile life of servitude!
Day ?!??
Was smacked upside the head so at homecoming game that have lost sense of time and day. Not mention the feeling in my left cerebrum.
Day 1 since headsmacking
Ever notice how much like politics band is? I mean, you got your scheming politicians who are bent on world domination, and you have the general, decent, voting public. Or freshmen slaves. I suppose it depends.
Day 7 (head has cleared up sufficiently)
Woooooooooo. Pretttty drum mmmaaajjjooooooooooor
Day 8
Word got around about petition to free us. The Society Of Saxophone Adoration ( SOSA) has just been started. Worship times are Sundays at nine a.m., and weekdays at five p.m. Come in and share. Open your heart, love someone today.
Later
Was in the middle of cult worshipping Saxophone when heard blood curtling screams. Not unusual, but when heard it was a scream other than that of a freshman we chose to investigate.
Approximately five minutes later
Yummy! Not sure what this meat on a stick is, but Trombone assured me it was a rare delicacy. This is good stuff, must go get more.
(A/N: Hehe, I've decided. Trombone and French Horn/Euphonian or whatever next, then administrative types. Hmm, gotta fit a Tuba in there somewhere. Now review! Remember, my bunny is watching you.)