(A/N Sorry, this is a short one guys)

~Dale and Dancing Bob~

Rehearsal is going along just fine. We had stopped playing and Mr. D was going over a part in a section. When all of a sudden you hear loud, giggling, screaming. Mr. D looks in the direction of the source of the screaming, and he says, "DALE! STOP TOUCHING HER!!"

"I WASN'T TOUCHING HER!!" Dale shouted, laughing.

*O0o0o's from everyone in the band*

"Well I look over there, and I see your hand leaving from her." Mr. D said.

"But I wasn't touching her!" Dale still protested. The girl was in a fit of giggles.

*More o0o0o's from everyone in band*

We continue playing. Mr. D cut us off yet again, and this time it was the trombones. He asked them to play the nice little tune they had. I wish I could describe it better, but it was a nice little polka rhythm. The trombones played this section several times. Bob, who was growing quite bored in the back, started doing a little jig to go along with the playing. Mr. D joined in with Bob, and the rest of the percussion session mimicked Bob's jig. The trombones stopped playing, and the dancing stopped.

*Laughter from all over*

We continue playing. After we had finished with that song, Mr. D requests we take out "Abrahm's Pursuit", a favorite of most in the band.

"Bob and I tried to pursuit Abrahm…"

Mr. D "EW! EW!"

After we finished the piece we began to discuss an upcoming parade. We discuss what to do in case of rain, or other bad weather.

"If the Apocalypse comes on Sunday do we still have to go??" Dale.

"Dale, if the Eternal Apocalypse comes on Sunday, stay home. The lest images I want burned onto my soul is you guys."

*Laughter and "Hey"s of protest*

"Ok." Dale

END of this one.