A/N Yeah yeah yeah, I know I kinda promised a lot of stories coming up soon, but the parade I was looking forward to was rained out. But we have a parade tomorrowJ
~D DAY er, I mean THE CONCERT~
I come home that day from school and I have some idea of what I'm wearing for the concert. Mr. D told us to wear black pants/skirts, and a white shirt. So I come home and I look all over for my white shirt, and after much difficulty I had to find my black pants…which I also had complications finding…go figure. MY mom decides just to take me out and she buy's me a skirt and a new shirt. Which really wasn't necessary…
But any how, I show up, and there aren't a whole lot of people there yet, but I get my clarinet out anyway, to warm up and what not. As I'm walking down the music hallway, to the band room, Brittany (President of Tri M, I believe she's a senior) comes skipping up to me with a Santa Claus hat full of small candy canes.
"SHEILA! I bought candy canes for the band!!!" She says in her really high-pitched voice that most of the senior dudes (and Jack) make fun of. So I take a candy cane… "Thanks Brittany" she skips past me to people who are walking behind me, and I hear "I bought candy canes for the band!" as I keep walking.
As I entered the band room, I quickly found Kristy, and Star, and everyone else in our usual band geek clique.
"BRIDGES IS HERE!!!" screams Kristy.
"WOOHOO! I HAVE ARRIVED!...HOLLER!" I replied.
"HOLLER!" she says back.
Of course Kristy has her flute out as well, and we play "Tournament" a bunch of times, we also play "Colonel Bogey", and "Flying Cadets"…all by heart. Ya know, just warming up! Mr. D comes in and reminds us that we are last, and he gives us the option of staying in the band-room (while the chorus warms up), or to go watch the orchestra perform. Now, I stayed in the band-room for a little bit, and then I traveled to up and down the music hallway with Star. We run into Dale (who had just came in…really late), and Brittany
"DALE! COME BACK HERE!!!" she cried.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" screamed Dale.
"Go out to the lobby and sell hot chocolate for Tri M!!" she ordered.
"You go do it! You're the president! And besides I've gotta get my trumpet together." He said.
"Ha Dale has to get out his magic trumpet…" I said. (A/N I realized I didn't have anything about Dale's Magic Trumpet in here! Oh no! That tale will be coming shortly)
"Yes I do." He said.
"Well, you can get out your magic trumpet later! Go sell hot chocolate!" she said.
Dale runs into the kennel.
*Kennel – Relatively small room with cages in it, used for storing instruments.
He hides in a tuba kennel(but this is unknown to us at the time, also Dale has got to be one of the smallest seniors there is, he's smaller than most everyone, but I would like to make it clear he isn't the smallest) and Brittany came storming in…I followed.
"DALE!"
No reply…
"FIIIINE!" she growls as she walks away.
I stay in there, and Star walks in. About 5 seconds later, Dale tumbles out of the tuba kennel.
"DUDE!" shouts me and Star at the same time. "Whoa…that's cool!"
"Yeah…I know." He says quite simply, and he goes off to continue hiding from Brittany.
Star and I find ourselves in the hallway again, and Mr. D comes walking by, and we say hi to him. As he is walking he gets called by another teacher. "Oh darn it!!! I almost got by!!" he said as he turned in his tracks. When he is done addressing the teacher's needs, he comes back walking by us noticeably faster though. "Run Mr. D, run! "I said.
Soon I had to find Kevin and ask him if we were using his music tonight, and to double check to make sure he had it all. Star and I found him by the auditorium doors, watching the orchestra play.
He had it, so Star and I found our way back to the band room. Mike's slouching in a chair, playing a game on his cell phone….right where we left him. So I wave my hand in front of his phone and said "Lose!" And less than a minute later, he gets up, waves his phone in my face, and he says "I lost! Are you happy now???"
"Quite." I said.
We all gallivant around the band room while, since the band was performing last. The chorus had already gone in to sing. I was talking with Mike and Shamu, and Mike kept knocking over a guitar.
"Stupid guitar! Why won't you stay up?!?!" he yelled at the inanimate object. We are sitting near the grand piano, and Shane (junior? French horn player) comes and plays "Stairway to Heaven" on the piano. It sounded really good…he's got some skills!
"I can play that on guitar…" I stated plainly.
Mike hands me the guitar, "Ok." He says.
So then I go and I play it, my nails were a little to long to be playing it, but it was halfway decent…maybe…considering that fact that I wasn't really trying. Tasha (clarinet player…junior?) and I pass the guitar back and forth a couple times, playing on it. Then we all moved on the piano. Mike played something I didn't recognize, but it was really good. I didn't know he had the skittles for that.
*Skittles – Mike's term for "skills".
Fred comes up playing "Iron Man" on his oboe. Margie who absolutely loves that song starts singing along with Fred's playing. " WE…ARE..IRON MAN!!! DUN NA NUN NA NUN NA nah nah nah nah!" Then Kevin shows her how to play it, so she begins playing it on trumpet. I read her trumpet fingerings and played it on my clarinet. So now it's the three of us playing.
When we have stopped playing, now Mike standing beside me. I forgot what Kevin and I were talking about (if it's me and Kevin then it is no good), and all of a sudden a hear "eOw! eOw!" (Mike's cries of pain). I turn and he's got the ligature of his clarinet caught in his curly hair. "eOw!" He gets it out of his hair. Fred, Shamu, and I continue to laugh at him. Soon the chorus finishes, and we're up!!
I sit on the very edge of the stage on the far side, so I have to walk right on the edge of the stage to take my seat. As I walked backstage the curtain wasn't open but as I draw closer to my seat, right before I made my way across the front of the stage, someone has to open the curtain. After we had all took our seats, Mr. D walks to the front of the band, and waits a little bit for the principal to announce the band, but he never did, so he gave us the tempo, and raised his arms, and we all put our instruments, as we were getting ready to play "Ladies and gentleman, the LCMR Symphonic Band as directed by Mr. D". We all put down our instruments, and Mr. D mocks the principle as he's talking with his hand . We all start laughing quietly amongst ourselves. Soon we begin playing, and it went along quite well. However there's a 3 clarinet player up beat part, and me being the 4th of 4th clarinets, wasn't playing, while the other firsts were. I felt weird sitting on the end not playing. At the end of the concert, Brittany gives Mr. D his present from all of the seniors.
~Next Day in Band~
Mr. D to Pat… "I've got to talk to you."
"It was Jack's idea!!" He said.
"Yeah it was my idea!!" said Jack.
"No I think you're just sticking up for Pat." Said Mr. D
"No really!!!" they shouted.
It was suggested by Jack, that they get Mr. D some turtle wax, and put "From Pat" on it. Mostly because one day in band a couple years ago, Pat just got up in the middle of class took a scarf(I think) and polished Mr. D's head.
