~Dale and the Magic Trumpet~ …As promised.

One day, staying after school for pep band, the trumpets were having problems with playing "Friend Like Me" (I think). Mr. D decided to go down the row of trumpets, so they can each play the part, and also so we could pinpoint the problem. Dale goes up….and totally screws up.

"Dale, you can't just move your fingers and expect the right notes to come out. That's F #, use your driving finger." He said, and we all started laughing. (A/N for all you non-trumpet players, you use your middle finger (a.k.a driving finger) to play F#)

"But I have  MAGIC TRUMPET." He said, that REALLY got the pep band laughing.

"No Dale, you have a SPECIAL TRUMPET. Special trumpets are for special people!" chimed Pat.

"NO I HAVE A MAGIC TRUMPET!!!" He argued.

Mr. D gives up, and paces out another piece of music. I forget what it was…but we went through it once.

"Ok, now take the music, and hold it up in your right hand." He directed.

*Everyone follows like a bunch of robots*

"Now crumble it up into a ball"

*Crumble Crumble Crumble*

"Now, I want you to throw it at Dale."

*Half the band throws balls at Dale(who has taken cover behind a music stand), other half threw at Mr. D*

Ok, it's the END…BUT! I'm gonna include another story in here. HA! And YOU thought it was OVER! *maniacal laughter*

~Subtle Hints~

Tuesday! Double period band! W00t!

Mr. D was telling us about how he probably wasn't going to be here Thursday, and maybe Friday. "You will have a sub. I don't know if you will be playing or not. I don't care what you guys play if you are playing. That also reminds me. Our traditional march through the halls has been declined this year. Too many teachers had complained about how it "disrupted" their classes(for like 30 seconds)."

(No band on Wednesdays)

Thursday Pat lead the band, conducting at really fast tempo's just to see if we could do it…OF COURSE WE COULD! Hehehehe.

Friday we had a sub…at first I thought he was cool, because I had him for a sub the previous class…what a coincidence? But then in band he turned very uncool.

The first thing he said was "Go put your instruments away. We're not going to be playing. I don't like noise, and I never liked band. We're just going to sit and chill." Now if he had just said 'Hey, let's just hang out, don't worrying about your instruments.' That would have been ok, but he went all out and said he didn't like "noise" and he never liked band. That was UNNESCESSARY!

Anyhow, when Monday rolled around, we got a little talk from Mr. D. He was telling us about how he expected more from us. "C'mon you guys. I dropped all the appropriate hints! *he counted off on his fingers* I reminded you guys of how we march, and I told you that we weren't going to be here Thursday or Friday. Perfectly good opportunities to go march! You see, if I was here, or I had told you to, I would have gotten in trouble. But they can't quite punish the whole band ya know?"

"WE should go march now!!" someone said.

"No, it doesn't work like that. I would have to stop you and stuff."

Kelsey(junior, 2nd chair clarinet, sister of Margie), raised her hand. "Mr. D, can we all go to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, and take our instruments with us." I added.

He never answered us…he just laughed. "Can we march outside the building??" Mike suggested.

"IT'S COLD OUTSIDE!" a bunch of people shouted. "YOU'RE CRAZY'

"Not out in the parking lot, but literally, around the building, right next to the windows. He said. His idea was a no-go.

We never ended up marching. We could of just marched on the last day of school before break, but that was too expected, and MR. D is too much of a rebel for that.

It's the END, for real this time!