Sorry it's been so long, but end of the year finals and all that other junk
has been extremely time consuming. But, never fear,..
Diaries of a Drum Major
.is here! (And in a different format!) Woo, exciting!
Day 1
*Prance Prance Prance Prance* Am ruler of the universe! Have just been crowned king of all creation, and over all living things on this wasteland we call Earth! I now own the clarinet section!!!
Oh, I'll make Clarinet PAY for that wedgie in my freshmen year..
Later
Clarinet in most foul mood. Teehee!
Day 2
Was forced to remain composed and rigidly serious as I hatched my conspiracy against Clarinet to the band director.
Also, got pretty day-by-day planner for being drum major! Wee! Alright, here's my week so far.
Monday-Make Clarinet's life miserable
Tuesday-Make Clarinet's life miserable
Wednesday-Gloat to make Clarinet's life miserable
Thursday-Eat
Friday-Lead rehearsal, brainwash freshmen, then accidentally drop Clarinet's horn off the top bleacher
Saturday-Win band competition, thank no one but myself, Sleep, then have random freshman slave give me a back rub.
Sunday-Look busy and industrious
Day 3
*Tear* Was called a pansy. Am in shock. I AM NOT 'the pansiest, most pretty boyish drum major that ever nanced down the field'!*****
REVENGE!
Day 4
Was thinking about who would replace me once 'my time' is up. Then I decided I don't like anyone and no one likes me, so therefore I'll just have to achieve immortality. Can't be that hard, I mean, being drum major is only a fraction of a step down from being God.
Right?
Day 5
Am feeling most smug today, as my divine creature theory was proven true. A sophmore approached me and said, (and I quote!)
"As God, why can't you make the football team actually win a game?"
I told you so.
Day 6
Aaaazzzzzz-----%*^&$*#*%$*&..
(A/N: Well, it appears our drum major, er, left off here. Can't imagine why, really, it was so entertaining. Perhaps something happened that, well, left him incapable of writing, perchance? But then, one really never knows now, do they? Ok ok, just keep reading. You'll find our what happened in due time. ;-) The next diary will be of a director, naturally, but it will take place after the drum major's, er, incident. Please review, (for your sake, not mine, after all my bunny is pretty hungry) and keep on reading!
-cheers, Silinde
*Footnote* 1) Yes, I admit it, I borrowed a line from Cassie Claire's secret diaries about the nancing down the field. The original line was 'Daddy said he was the gayest gay elf that ever nanced down the pike'. God I love that woman's work.
Diaries of a Drum Major
.is here! (And in a different format!) Woo, exciting!
Day 1
*Prance Prance Prance Prance* Am ruler of the universe! Have just been crowned king of all creation, and over all living things on this wasteland we call Earth! I now own the clarinet section!!!
Oh, I'll make Clarinet PAY for that wedgie in my freshmen year..
Later
Clarinet in most foul mood. Teehee!
Day 2
Was forced to remain composed and rigidly serious as I hatched my conspiracy against Clarinet to the band director.
Also, got pretty day-by-day planner for being drum major! Wee! Alright, here's my week so far.
Monday-Make Clarinet's life miserable
Tuesday-Make Clarinet's life miserable
Wednesday-Gloat to make Clarinet's life miserable
Thursday-Eat
Friday-Lead rehearsal, brainwash freshmen, then accidentally drop Clarinet's horn off the top bleacher
Saturday-Win band competition, thank no one but myself, Sleep, then have random freshman slave give me a back rub.
Sunday-Look busy and industrious
Day 3
*Tear* Was called a pansy. Am in shock. I AM NOT 'the pansiest, most pretty boyish drum major that ever nanced down the field'!*****
REVENGE!
Day 4
Was thinking about who would replace me once 'my time' is up. Then I decided I don't like anyone and no one likes me, so therefore I'll just have to achieve immortality. Can't be that hard, I mean, being drum major is only a fraction of a step down from being God.
Right?
Day 5
Am feeling most smug today, as my divine creature theory was proven true. A sophmore approached me and said, (and I quote!)
"As God, why can't you make the football team actually win a game?"
I told you so.
Day 6
Aaaazzzzzz-----%*^&$*#*%$*&..
(A/N: Well, it appears our drum major, er, left off here. Can't imagine why, really, it was so entertaining. Perhaps something happened that, well, left him incapable of writing, perchance? But then, one really never knows now, do they? Ok ok, just keep reading. You'll find our what happened in due time. ;-) The next diary will be of a director, naturally, but it will take place after the drum major's, er, incident. Please review, (for your sake, not mine, after all my bunny is pretty hungry) and keep on reading!
-cheers, Silinde
*Footnote* 1) Yes, I admit it, I borrowed a line from Cassie Claire's secret diaries about the nancing down the field. The original line was 'Daddy said he was the gayest gay elf that ever nanced down the pike'. God I love that woman's work.