A/N: Sorry for the delay, guys! You wanna hear a fun story about why I
haven't updated in a while? I swear it's not very long! Okay:
My mom's computer philosophy: "If our computer isn't running as fast as I'd like it to, even though it is five years old and we bought it used, it must mean there are too many files. So I'm just going to go willy-nilly and delete things, even though I have no idea what they are. Hmmm. Microsoft Office. I wonder what this is? Oh, well. **delete** Hmmm, let's see what else we have here. **tries to open one of my Word files** Becca! Why isn't this working?"
**I come in** **tries to open it** "Mom, what did you do? It says that there is no program to open this."
"I just deleted some stuff we didn't need."
"Like what?"
"Microsoft Office. But I don't understand what that has to do with Microsoft Word."
"That IS Microsoft Word. And PowerPoint, and Binder, and Access, and Photo Editor and." **head explodes**
So, to make a long story longer, (haha, gotcha!) I hate WordPad, and Microsoft Works isn't compatible with ff.net, so I had to wait for my dad to get the Office disks off of his friend who we bought the computer off of. But now it's reinstalled and I can actually write the next chapter. I was so lost without Word. It's like my life support.
Okay, now that I've shared my mother's stupidity with you all. (But I love her anyways..) I'll get on with the story.
~~~
3:00 PM
Pit Sectionals
Back Patio
Flora was so bored. She had been playing scales on her keyboards for hours. But their instructor, Dave, wouldn't give them their show music. "I can't wait until band camp is over and we can get rid of this guy." she mumbled under her breath.
"You're tellin' me!" a voice behind her said.
Flora jumped, startled. She turned around to see Crutchy grinning at her. "Oh, hey Crutch," she said. Crutchy smiled as he rested his hands on his bass guitar. The senior ran his hand through his curly brown hair. "So, how are things going with you and lover-boy?" he said, teasingly.
Flora glared at him. "They're not, thanks for bringing it up!"
"Why don't you talk to Glitzy? She could probably put in some good words for you!"
Flora rolled her eyes. "We all know she won't do that. She's still sore about that prank we pulled on her in Florida last year!"
Crutchy looked a bit confused. "What prank?"
"You know. We roomed with her in Florida, and we put an E.T. hat on her head while she was sleeping and took pictures. You know how afraid she is of that movie! She was so pissed!"
Crutchy nodded, remembering. "Ooooh, yeah. She's still mad about that?"
Flora nodded. "We're on speaking terms and all, but she's not about to do me a favor."
"Oh."
~~~
4:15 PM
Dinner Break
Back Lobby by the Band Room
Becca walked towards the band room, dragging her rifle on the ground. She lightly touched the growing bruise inside her forearm. "Ouch!" she sighed softly. Although she was a senior, this was her first year on main rifle line. She had just started rifle during the winter guard season, but it was easy, secondary rifle work. Band camp was definitely a wake up call.
Specs grinned as he saw his friend walking a few steps ahead of him. He walked up behind her and poked her in the back with his trombone.
Becca turned around. "Specs!!!" she screamed as she chased him down the hallway, almost knocking over Lassie.
"Watch it you brat!" she yelled at Becca. "Oh, hi Specs!" she waved cheerily as she noticed that he was there also.
But Specs didn't notice. He was too busy trying to avoid being mauled by an angry guard member. They could pack quite a punch.
When Lassie finally found Specs, he was cowering in a tuba slot. "Is she gone yet?" he asked, a worried look on his face.
Lassie nodded as she extended a hand to help him up. When she pulled him, she yanked a little too hard and fell backwards into the vending machine, with Specs running into her. After she got her balance back, she realized that he was still standing there, his face about three inches from hers.
"Ummm, Lassie." Specs mumbled.
Lassie looked up at him, trying to suppress the silly grin that was forcing its way across her face. "What?" she asked quietly.
Specs never answered. Well, actually he did, but without words. He pressed his lips softly against hers. He was about to deepen the kiss when he heard a loud clearing of the throat.
"PDA alert!" Skittery announced as the saxophones filtered into the once empty instrument room.
Specs backed away quickly. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Skitts!" he stammered as he shot Lassie an apologetic look and quickly exited.
Lassie just stood there, grinning wildly.
~~~
Mr. Miller stood outside his office, chatting with his wife, Linda, who was the guard sponsor. (In case you haven't noticed, the band thing is a family affair) He stopped, however, when he saw Spot sauntering past, his head hanging low and his trumpet in hand.
"Spot! Can I talk to you for a moment?" he motioned at Spot.
Spot shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Mr. Miller ushered him into his office and closed the door behind him.
A few moments later, Sarah walked past, basking in her drum major glory, not noticing that she was the most despised human on the planet. She glanced through the window of Mr. Miller's office, and noticed that he and Spot were having a very animated conversation. She thought nothing of it, however, and continued towards her car.
Just after she left, Spot exited the office, a triumphant smile on his face and a spring in his step. Jack noticed and gave Spot an inquisitive look. "Why are you so happy, Spot?" he asked.
Spot's smile widened as he puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips, as if he were SuperSpot. "I'm drum major!" he announced proudly.
Jack grinned. "They got rid of Sarah!!!" he shouted, jumping for joy.
"Don't push your luck, Cowboy!" Spot said, his smile dropping slightly. "We're gonna have two drum majors this year, instead of just one."
"Oh, really?"
"But the good news is, you're not going to be in my shadow anymore!"
Jack stared at him, as if to say 'yeah, right.' "As if I were in your shadow to begin with!"
But Spot didn't hear him. He had already set off to tell the world that he was drum major.
~~~
6:15 PM
Evening Rehearsal
Softball Field
"Where's Spot?" Scribble's brow furrowed as she looked around. "It's not like him to be late!"
Jack smiled, keeping the news to himself. He enjoyed watching his section scramble around.
"Hey, there he is!" Fluke announced, pointing towards the front of the field. "What's he doing up there? And why is climbing on the podium?"
Before anyone could answer her questions, Spot called out towards the other band members. "Hey, guys!!" He waited for them to stop talking. It didn't happen. "Guys! Yoo-hoo!" He waved his hands in the air. He was starting to get frustrated. "WILL YOU ALL PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!!" he screamed. That got everyone's attention. "Okay, we're starting at letter B, just before the eight count hold in "Carrying the Banner."
Sarah stood at the bottom of the podium, staring up at Spot like he was crazy. "What on earth are you doing?" she hissed.
Spot glanced down at her momentarily. "Conducting. Something you obviously don't know how to do."
"But I'm drum major!!" she whined, stomping her foot.
"Well whoop-dee-doo for you! So am I!" he said, and with that, he started conducting.
Sarah marched over to Mr. Miller, placing her hands on her hips and sticking her bottom lip out. "Mr. Miller, what is Spot doing? I'm drum major!"
"Well, so is he," Mr. Miller replied, not really listening.
"What do you mean!" she asked, her voice squeaking at an annoyingly high pitch.
"We're having to drum majors this year. Deal with it," he said matter-of- factly.
"Well what am I supposed to do while he's conducting??"
Mr. Miller motioned towards a ladder on the 40 yard line. "Stand there and conduct."
Sarah muttered a few vulgarities under her breath as she huffed off.
~~~
8:15 PM
Evening Rehearsal
Softball field
"Why are the brass members so freaking stupid that they can't do that set right? We've been running it all night!" Becca complained as she paced back and forth in the infield. Their makeshift football field was set so the infield was in the back, and the color guard had to traipse through it the whole show.
"You're tellin' me, Bec!" Glitz agreed.
Becca was sick of standing, so she plopped herself down in the dust and started drawing pictures with her finger. "Look, it's a duck!" she said as she scribbled.
Glitz and Eli walked over to join her. "Fishes are better!" Glitz said as she drew one next to Becca's duck.
"Well I'm making a birdie!" Eli said as she ran her finger through the sand.
Lassie walked over, frowning at the group. "What on earth are you doing?" she asked, looking at their artwork.
"Having fun!" Glitz said, grinning.
"Grow up." Lassie muttered under her breath as she tramped back to her spot.
"Okay, let's move on to the next set!" Nick said.
"Finally!" the three guardies cried in unison as they rushed back to their respective spots.
~~~
A/N: Yes, I do really draw pictures in the sand when I get bored! That duck was one of my best works! **smiles proudly** And some of my friends pulled that E.T. prank on one of our guard members at Disney. It was pretty darn funny. Anywho, review! Oooh I rhymed!
My mom's computer philosophy: "If our computer isn't running as fast as I'd like it to, even though it is five years old and we bought it used, it must mean there are too many files. So I'm just going to go willy-nilly and delete things, even though I have no idea what they are. Hmmm. Microsoft Office. I wonder what this is? Oh, well. **delete** Hmmm, let's see what else we have here. **tries to open one of my Word files** Becca! Why isn't this working?"
**I come in** **tries to open it** "Mom, what did you do? It says that there is no program to open this."
"I just deleted some stuff we didn't need."
"Like what?"
"Microsoft Office. But I don't understand what that has to do with Microsoft Word."
"That IS Microsoft Word. And PowerPoint, and Binder, and Access, and Photo Editor and." **head explodes**
So, to make a long story longer, (haha, gotcha!) I hate WordPad, and Microsoft Works isn't compatible with ff.net, so I had to wait for my dad to get the Office disks off of his friend who we bought the computer off of. But now it's reinstalled and I can actually write the next chapter. I was so lost without Word. It's like my life support.
Okay, now that I've shared my mother's stupidity with you all. (But I love her anyways..) I'll get on with the story.
~~~
3:00 PM
Pit Sectionals
Back Patio
Flora was so bored. She had been playing scales on her keyboards for hours. But their instructor, Dave, wouldn't give them their show music. "I can't wait until band camp is over and we can get rid of this guy." she mumbled under her breath.
"You're tellin' me!" a voice behind her said.
Flora jumped, startled. She turned around to see Crutchy grinning at her. "Oh, hey Crutch," she said. Crutchy smiled as he rested his hands on his bass guitar. The senior ran his hand through his curly brown hair. "So, how are things going with you and lover-boy?" he said, teasingly.
Flora glared at him. "They're not, thanks for bringing it up!"
"Why don't you talk to Glitzy? She could probably put in some good words for you!"
Flora rolled her eyes. "We all know she won't do that. She's still sore about that prank we pulled on her in Florida last year!"
Crutchy looked a bit confused. "What prank?"
"You know. We roomed with her in Florida, and we put an E.T. hat on her head while she was sleeping and took pictures. You know how afraid she is of that movie! She was so pissed!"
Crutchy nodded, remembering. "Ooooh, yeah. She's still mad about that?"
Flora nodded. "We're on speaking terms and all, but she's not about to do me a favor."
"Oh."
~~~
4:15 PM
Dinner Break
Back Lobby by the Band Room
Becca walked towards the band room, dragging her rifle on the ground. She lightly touched the growing bruise inside her forearm. "Ouch!" she sighed softly. Although she was a senior, this was her first year on main rifle line. She had just started rifle during the winter guard season, but it was easy, secondary rifle work. Band camp was definitely a wake up call.
Specs grinned as he saw his friend walking a few steps ahead of him. He walked up behind her and poked her in the back with his trombone.
Becca turned around. "Specs!!!" she screamed as she chased him down the hallway, almost knocking over Lassie.
"Watch it you brat!" she yelled at Becca. "Oh, hi Specs!" she waved cheerily as she noticed that he was there also.
But Specs didn't notice. He was too busy trying to avoid being mauled by an angry guard member. They could pack quite a punch.
When Lassie finally found Specs, he was cowering in a tuba slot. "Is she gone yet?" he asked, a worried look on his face.
Lassie nodded as she extended a hand to help him up. When she pulled him, she yanked a little too hard and fell backwards into the vending machine, with Specs running into her. After she got her balance back, she realized that he was still standing there, his face about three inches from hers.
"Ummm, Lassie." Specs mumbled.
Lassie looked up at him, trying to suppress the silly grin that was forcing its way across her face. "What?" she asked quietly.
Specs never answered. Well, actually he did, but without words. He pressed his lips softly against hers. He was about to deepen the kiss when he heard a loud clearing of the throat.
"PDA alert!" Skittery announced as the saxophones filtered into the once empty instrument room.
Specs backed away quickly. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Skitts!" he stammered as he shot Lassie an apologetic look and quickly exited.
Lassie just stood there, grinning wildly.
~~~
Mr. Miller stood outside his office, chatting with his wife, Linda, who was the guard sponsor. (In case you haven't noticed, the band thing is a family affair) He stopped, however, when he saw Spot sauntering past, his head hanging low and his trumpet in hand.
"Spot! Can I talk to you for a moment?" he motioned at Spot.
Spot shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Mr. Miller ushered him into his office and closed the door behind him.
A few moments later, Sarah walked past, basking in her drum major glory, not noticing that she was the most despised human on the planet. She glanced through the window of Mr. Miller's office, and noticed that he and Spot were having a very animated conversation. She thought nothing of it, however, and continued towards her car.
Just after she left, Spot exited the office, a triumphant smile on his face and a spring in his step. Jack noticed and gave Spot an inquisitive look. "Why are you so happy, Spot?" he asked.
Spot's smile widened as he puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips, as if he were SuperSpot. "I'm drum major!" he announced proudly.
Jack grinned. "They got rid of Sarah!!!" he shouted, jumping for joy.
"Don't push your luck, Cowboy!" Spot said, his smile dropping slightly. "We're gonna have two drum majors this year, instead of just one."
"Oh, really?"
"But the good news is, you're not going to be in my shadow anymore!"
Jack stared at him, as if to say 'yeah, right.' "As if I were in your shadow to begin with!"
But Spot didn't hear him. He had already set off to tell the world that he was drum major.
~~~
6:15 PM
Evening Rehearsal
Softball Field
"Where's Spot?" Scribble's brow furrowed as she looked around. "It's not like him to be late!"
Jack smiled, keeping the news to himself. He enjoyed watching his section scramble around.
"Hey, there he is!" Fluke announced, pointing towards the front of the field. "What's he doing up there? And why is climbing on the podium?"
Before anyone could answer her questions, Spot called out towards the other band members. "Hey, guys!!" He waited for them to stop talking. It didn't happen. "Guys! Yoo-hoo!" He waved his hands in the air. He was starting to get frustrated. "WILL YOU ALL PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!!" he screamed. That got everyone's attention. "Okay, we're starting at letter B, just before the eight count hold in "Carrying the Banner."
Sarah stood at the bottom of the podium, staring up at Spot like he was crazy. "What on earth are you doing?" she hissed.
Spot glanced down at her momentarily. "Conducting. Something you obviously don't know how to do."
"But I'm drum major!!" she whined, stomping her foot.
"Well whoop-dee-doo for you! So am I!" he said, and with that, he started conducting.
Sarah marched over to Mr. Miller, placing her hands on her hips and sticking her bottom lip out. "Mr. Miller, what is Spot doing? I'm drum major!"
"Well, so is he," Mr. Miller replied, not really listening.
"What do you mean!" she asked, her voice squeaking at an annoyingly high pitch.
"We're having to drum majors this year. Deal with it," he said matter-of- factly.
"Well what am I supposed to do while he's conducting??"
Mr. Miller motioned towards a ladder on the 40 yard line. "Stand there and conduct."
Sarah muttered a few vulgarities under her breath as she huffed off.
~~~
8:15 PM
Evening Rehearsal
Softball field
"Why are the brass members so freaking stupid that they can't do that set right? We've been running it all night!" Becca complained as she paced back and forth in the infield. Their makeshift football field was set so the infield was in the back, and the color guard had to traipse through it the whole show.
"You're tellin' me, Bec!" Glitz agreed.
Becca was sick of standing, so she plopped herself down in the dust and started drawing pictures with her finger. "Look, it's a duck!" she said as she scribbled.
Glitz and Eli walked over to join her. "Fishes are better!" Glitz said as she drew one next to Becca's duck.
"Well I'm making a birdie!" Eli said as she ran her finger through the sand.
Lassie walked over, frowning at the group. "What on earth are you doing?" she asked, looking at their artwork.
"Having fun!" Glitz said, grinning.
"Grow up." Lassie muttered under her breath as she tramped back to her spot.
"Okay, let's move on to the next set!" Nick said.
"Finally!" the three guardies cried in unison as they rushed back to their respective spots.
~~~
A/N: Yes, I do really draw pictures in the sand when I get bored! That duck was one of my best works! **smiles proudly** And some of my friends pulled that E.T. prank on one of our guard members at Disney. It was pretty darn funny. Anywho, review! Oooh I rhymed!
