Thanks so much guys! My very 1st casting call has been a success! Yay!!
P.S. There are a lot of cameos from my band in here, so if there's someone with a horribly butchered last name, it's a cameo. I tried to alter their last names so they won't be stalked. :P
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Lute McDonaghey curled up in a corner of the band hallway, trying to get some sleep before the first day of band camp started. "I don't see why we have to be here at 7:30 in the morning," she grumbled as she tried to find a comfortable position.
She was almost asleep when a large olive green duffel bag flopped on her head.
"What the?" she exclaimed as she sat up, throwing the duffel bag across the hallway.
She looked up to see Snitch leaning against the wall, smirking. Lute glared at him and stuck out her tongue.
Snitch just chuckled, picked up his bag and headed towards the instrument room.
Lute's eyes dreamily followed Snitch down the hall. It was too bad he was still dating that baritone that graduated the past year. "Dumb slut," she muttered under her breath.
~~~
Becca Jameson sighed as she fumbled with her purse, trying to retrieve a dollar bill. She finally yanked one out of her wallet and jammed it into the slot of the vending machine in the instrument room. The vending machine gobbled up the green slip of paper, and spat it back out just as quickly as it had eaten it. Becca groaned and shoved the dollar back in. The vending machine still would not accept the dollar. Becca's eyes grew fiery. "Take my money or die!" she hissed at the dollar-slot. She gave the machine a solid punch and tried to put her dollar in again. The vending machine sucked it in. Becca squinted her eyes, waiting for the dollar to be spat back out. But it wasn't. She opened her eyes and saw "1.00" blinking on the screen.
"Yes!" she cried as she punched in D7 and watched her Reese's Cups fall to the bottom of the machine.
Her eyes blazed with hunger as she slowly opened the package, letting the peanut-buttery smell penetrate her senses. Just as she was about to take a bite out of the creamy chocolate, someone ripped the package, still holding Reese's Cup Number Two, out of her hands.
"Race!" she shrieked. "Give me that back right this instant!"
"What are you gonna do if I don't?" he asked with a sly grin.
"I'll dump you!" she replied with a completely straight face.
Race's face grew sullen. "Don't even joke about that," he said as he tossed her the package.
~~~
Mr. Miller had stressed that everyone had to be at the school, ready to go at 8 AM sharp Monday morning. "Where IS he?" Flora Peterson wondered aloud as she paced back and forth in the band room. She sighed and leaned up against the chalkboard. She glanced at her watch. It was 8:15.
Everyone slowly filtered into the band room, milling about and talking amongst themselves. Lenny Nydwarf and the DeLancey brothers picked up some drumsticks and decided to play every percussion instrument sitting in the room. Loudly.
"Will you guys cut that racket out?!" Ruby snapped.
Oskar just grinned slyly at her as he continued to "play" the drum set.
Finally, at 8:32, Mr. Miller wandered into the band room, rubbing his eyes. He grumbled what might have been a greeting, and sat at his podium. "Flora, take over," he muttered as he shoved a piece of paper with the day's itinerary on it at her.
Flora nodded. "Okay guys! Here's what's going on. Wind players, you're learning drill first out on the softball field. Percussion and color guard, you have sectionals until 10:00, when we switch. The wind players will have sectionals and percussion and guard will do drill. Lunch is from 12:00-1:00. Then we have sectionals again until 4:00 PM. After that is dinner break until six, when you have to be back here, ready to start ensemble until nine. Okay?"
The upperclassmen nodded, the schedule being the same as the previous years, while the freshman and eighth graders looked around in bewilderment.
~~~
Color Guard Sectionals
Grassy Knoll by the Track
9:15 AM
"C'mon guys, we've been doing these since guard camp!" Kathryn McLeod said as the eighteen member color guard set up for another set of one hundred drop spins and one hundred peggy spins.
"Shut UP, Lassie!" Becca snarled. "We KNOW that already!"
"Who are you to be saying anything to me? I'm a SENIOR! And CAPTAIN!"
"Is there a problem, you two?" Jen Miller, the guard instructor and Mr. Miller's daughter, glared at the captain and co-captain of the guard.
Both girls shook their head.
~~~
Wind Players Drill Rehearsal
The Softball Field
9:37 AM
Scribble collapsed on the sideline, her arms and legs sprawled out in every direction. "Can't.move.can't.breathe.can't.march."
Fluke gently nuged Scribble with her foot. "C'mon, get up! Uncle Nicky's only giving us 25 and a half seconds to get water!"
Nick Miller stood at the top of the instructor's podium, gazing down at his captives, I mean, students. "Less talky-talky, more walky-walky!" he crooned. His father, the aforementioned Mr. Miller, was the band director at Pinkhawk, and he was following in his footsteps as the new band director at the Sun school district, about half an hour away. Apparently, he wasn't at Sun very often, because he always seemed to be hanging around Pinkhawk.
"Okay, let's run this section again." Nick directed, inducing a unanimous groan from the band.
~~~
How do you like it? I know, it's just kind of random anecdotes right now, but I'm trying to introduce all the characters. They didn't all make it into this chapter, because I didn't want to make it too long (I hate reeeealy long chapters) I e-mailed everyone that made the cut, except Raven and Glitz, because I didn't have y'all's email addresses. So you two made it, too, k?
P.S. There are a lot of cameos from my band in here, so if there's someone with a horribly butchered last name, it's a cameo. I tried to alter their last names so they won't be stalked. :P
~~~
Lute McDonaghey curled up in a corner of the band hallway, trying to get some sleep before the first day of band camp started. "I don't see why we have to be here at 7:30 in the morning," she grumbled as she tried to find a comfortable position.
She was almost asleep when a large olive green duffel bag flopped on her head.
"What the?" she exclaimed as she sat up, throwing the duffel bag across the hallway.
She looked up to see Snitch leaning against the wall, smirking. Lute glared at him and stuck out her tongue.
Snitch just chuckled, picked up his bag and headed towards the instrument room.
Lute's eyes dreamily followed Snitch down the hall. It was too bad he was still dating that baritone that graduated the past year. "Dumb slut," she muttered under her breath.
~~~
Becca Jameson sighed as she fumbled with her purse, trying to retrieve a dollar bill. She finally yanked one out of her wallet and jammed it into the slot of the vending machine in the instrument room. The vending machine gobbled up the green slip of paper, and spat it back out just as quickly as it had eaten it. Becca groaned and shoved the dollar back in. The vending machine still would not accept the dollar. Becca's eyes grew fiery. "Take my money or die!" she hissed at the dollar-slot. She gave the machine a solid punch and tried to put her dollar in again. The vending machine sucked it in. Becca squinted her eyes, waiting for the dollar to be spat back out. But it wasn't. She opened her eyes and saw "1.00" blinking on the screen.
"Yes!" she cried as she punched in D7 and watched her Reese's Cups fall to the bottom of the machine.
Her eyes blazed with hunger as she slowly opened the package, letting the peanut-buttery smell penetrate her senses. Just as she was about to take a bite out of the creamy chocolate, someone ripped the package, still holding Reese's Cup Number Two, out of her hands.
"Race!" she shrieked. "Give me that back right this instant!"
"What are you gonna do if I don't?" he asked with a sly grin.
"I'll dump you!" she replied with a completely straight face.
Race's face grew sullen. "Don't even joke about that," he said as he tossed her the package.
~~~
Mr. Miller had stressed that everyone had to be at the school, ready to go at 8 AM sharp Monday morning. "Where IS he?" Flora Peterson wondered aloud as she paced back and forth in the band room. She sighed and leaned up against the chalkboard. She glanced at her watch. It was 8:15.
Everyone slowly filtered into the band room, milling about and talking amongst themselves. Lenny Nydwarf and the DeLancey brothers picked up some drumsticks and decided to play every percussion instrument sitting in the room. Loudly.
"Will you guys cut that racket out?!" Ruby snapped.
Oskar just grinned slyly at her as he continued to "play" the drum set.
Finally, at 8:32, Mr. Miller wandered into the band room, rubbing his eyes. He grumbled what might have been a greeting, and sat at his podium. "Flora, take over," he muttered as he shoved a piece of paper with the day's itinerary on it at her.
Flora nodded. "Okay guys! Here's what's going on. Wind players, you're learning drill first out on the softball field. Percussion and color guard, you have sectionals until 10:00, when we switch. The wind players will have sectionals and percussion and guard will do drill. Lunch is from 12:00-1:00. Then we have sectionals again until 4:00 PM. After that is dinner break until six, when you have to be back here, ready to start ensemble until nine. Okay?"
The upperclassmen nodded, the schedule being the same as the previous years, while the freshman and eighth graders looked around in bewilderment.
~~~
Color Guard Sectionals
Grassy Knoll by the Track
9:15 AM
"C'mon guys, we've been doing these since guard camp!" Kathryn McLeod said as the eighteen member color guard set up for another set of one hundred drop spins and one hundred peggy spins.
"Shut UP, Lassie!" Becca snarled. "We KNOW that already!"
"Who are you to be saying anything to me? I'm a SENIOR! And CAPTAIN!"
"Is there a problem, you two?" Jen Miller, the guard instructor and Mr. Miller's daughter, glared at the captain and co-captain of the guard.
Both girls shook their head.
~~~
Wind Players Drill Rehearsal
The Softball Field
9:37 AM
Scribble collapsed on the sideline, her arms and legs sprawled out in every direction. "Can't.move.can't.breathe.can't.march."
Fluke gently nuged Scribble with her foot. "C'mon, get up! Uncle Nicky's only giving us 25 and a half seconds to get water!"
Nick Miller stood at the top of the instructor's podium, gazing down at his captives, I mean, students. "Less talky-talky, more walky-walky!" he crooned. His father, the aforementioned Mr. Miller, was the band director at Pinkhawk, and he was following in his footsteps as the new band director at the Sun school district, about half an hour away. Apparently, he wasn't at Sun very often, because he always seemed to be hanging around Pinkhawk.
"Okay, let's run this section again." Nick directed, inducing a unanimous groan from the band.
~~~
How do you like it? I know, it's just kind of random anecdotes right now, but I'm trying to introduce all the characters. They didn't all make it into this chapter, because I didn't want to make it too long (I hate reeeealy long chapters) I e-mailed everyone that made the cut, except Raven and Glitz, because I didn't have y'all's email addresses. So you two made it, too, k?
