~Yearbook Picture or Lack there of?~

Monday we were told to wear black socks, and not to forget our black shoes, because double period Tuesday we were taking the yearbook picture.

I was with Mike, and Kristy getting on uniforms. Kristy and Mike were complaining about how they "got fat". "Darn holiday weight gaining." Actually my uniform fit better than it did before break... "Darn you and your weight losing" Mike said, while he struggled to get on his pants.

We got our uniforms on and a good third of the band forgot their black shoes and socks, so we had "hid" them in the back. Mr. D walks in front of the band as we were on the risers.

"When you all see Tim (the usual photographer) you can yell at him." We had all been expecting to see Tim in the very near future, but then he continued. "Because he called in and said he forgot that he couldn't be here now." Almost the whole band groans. The Mr. D makes sure that we all have of black shoes and socks next Tuesday.

We all changed out of our uniforms, and had congregated in small groups in various locations of the band-room. Soon our conversations were called to stop, and Mr. D says "A lot of people ask why the band doesn't ever watch movies..."

The smart members of the band knew it was a trick, and didn't pay much attention to it. He also had said "You know, if I had known we had all this time, we could have ordered a pizza, and have gotten some soda."

"And you're telling us this now??" I said.

He also had talked to us for about an hour about composers, and types of bands and music, mostly because he couldn't think of another way to productively preoccupy the band for an hour. We couldn't go on with rehearsal because the band room had been set up for pictures, all NHS, SADD, and Student Council were scheduled to take their pictures after-school.

I sat on the floor in between Fred, and Hypatia (freshie sax player), with Mike sitting behind me. There was a lot of poking and nudging and tickling going on between Mike, Fred, and I. In fact, one of the first things Mr. D said as Kevin and I were pushing each other "I know what you guys are capable of if I let you guys loose. Oboe players will be pushing around clarinet players..."

"She deserved it!" Fred yelled.

"He started it!" I fought.

After band I caught up to Pat, and asked if he wanted a go at my soprano saxophone, that I got for Christmas. I knew he wanted to try one because the first thing he said after I told him I got it was "Dude, can I try it?"

So we had all went to the kennel...we all being Pat, Mark, Dan, Mike, Jack, and myself. "What key is it in?" he said after he put got it out. "Bb..." he cut me off. "Just like tenor..." I was gonna say like the clarinet actually, but tenor too. He played some quick tunes, probably improvised stuff, he was tellin' me how he loves to improvise stuff. Meanwhile, Mike had taken my band-sweatshirt....YES! I SAID BAND-SWEATSHIRT!...sacred treasure of the band-geek.  So instead of listening to Pat play stuff, I was wrestling around with Mike. After much difficulty, I got it back...or was it finally giving back? Can't 'member, oh well.

Tim comes in, and says that we're getting pictures done. I'm not in any activities with Tim...."Whatdaya mean?"

"NJS, SADD, and Student Council are gettin' their pictures taken!"

"Oooooh! SADD!" so I went with him. Mike went....I don't know where. Pat and everyone else had left before that.

This is where the band story ENDs really....