~2 weeks later~
Still Bridget's POV
I picked up a bunch of cable and a roll of gaff tape. I headed down the stairs to the pit. I started attaching microphones to various places so we would get a broad range of sound.
Since I was alone in the theatre I started singing. See I'm weird and don't sing normal songs. I sing songs that are older than me. It just so happened that I had my Beatles CD with me so I popped it in and it started playing.
I of course sang along with it.
"Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand. Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand.
Now let me hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand. And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, and I can't hide. Yeah, you've got that something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I want to hold your-"the music stopped. I squeaked out "hand" and turned. It was some one I had never seen before. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. He had curly blonde hair and brown eyes that looked at me with wonder.
"Um, hi. I'm Bridget the pit mistress." I said grinning sheepishly. He nodded at me.
"I'm Mitch. I'm a percussionist. And a John Lennon fan. So all I have to say is don't quit your day job." He said grinning and setting down the drum he was caring.
"Hem, thanks. I don't plan on it! Not that I would want your advice." I snapped. I put down the last piece of gaff and turned on my heel and walked out of the pit.
~Mitch's POV~
God this gonna be a long show. And I have to deal with a shrew like that as a pit mistress! I'll just talk to Dan about her. I finished positioning my set and walked out.
I found my brother. He was sitting on the stage with a binder in his lap. It had a script in it. I motioned that I needed to talk to him. And he motioned back that he would talk to me later. I went back to the band room and grabbed my back pack. I sat in the house and did my math homework.
I sat in the audience until practice was over. Then I closed my math book and put it in my bag. I slung it on my back and walked up to my brother. He was talking to his girlfriend, Wendy (set mistress).
"Dan you ready to go?" I asked.
"Yeah, we're giving Wendy a ride home." He said, putting his arm around her. She smiled at me. They lead the way to the car. I followed. Since it was January and Minnesota, it was cold. I pulled my coat tighter around me. On the long walk to the car I amused my self with blowing into the air and having the air freeze in to a white mist.
I climbed into the back of Dan's Jetta; it would become mine in several weeks when I got my license. I had one of those freakishly early birthdays. Dan and Wendy talked in the front seat. When we got to Wendy's house Dan kissed her. While he was walking her up to the door, I climbed into the front passenger seat. Dan opened the door and sat down.
We rode in silence until we got to the main road.
"I met the shrew today." I said.
"Shrew?" He said glancing at me.
"Yeah the one in the pit. She was close to killing me."
"Hem Lake? No she wouldn't kill anyone. Hurt...maybe but kill, no. She has a problem with authority. She tells me off everyday." Dan explained pulling onto our street.
"I don't know if I can deal with her all through the show. I think she will try and hurt me." I put my head against the rest.
"Give her a chance. People can surprise you. And just to be sure that you get to know her you're the co-pit master. You two have to work together to get it done." WE pulled into the driveway and I got out of the car dodging ice on the driveway.
I went up to my room and flipped on my computer out of its dormant state. I signed on as March'NMaster06. I scanned the list to see who was on and found that Jeff was on. Jeff is a freshman that was contently getting lost. I had to help him around for the first several weeks of school and then we had become really good friends.
March'NMaster06: hey
WhereamI: hey how was your first drama practice?
March'NMaster06: It sucked
WhereamI: ick that sucks sry about all the drama people. It must be hell in a jar
March'NMaster06: yeah it is
WhereamI: I'll brb
March'NMaster06: okay
I waited for several minutes then he was back.
WhereamI: I'm BACK!
March'NMaster06: cool so what up?
WhereamI: not a dam thing what about you?
March'NMaster06: still recovering from this drama chick yelling at me.
"Mitch get down here dinner!" I heard my mom yell.
"Be right down"
March'NMaster06: g2g dinner bye
WhereamI: okay later
I logged off and went down stairs for dinner. I sat in between my brother and my mom just like I always did.
"So Mitchell how was your first day at Drama practice." My mom said daintily putting a small piece of chicken in her mouth.
"Fine" She looked up at me, to see if I would embellish. No dice.
"Well how are is the drama department treating you?" She tried again. Dan snorted into his broccoli. "Daniel, that is inappropriate behavior for the table!"
"Fine, mom. Everyone is real peachy-keen!" I said with a sarcastic grin on my face.
"Mitchell I'm trying to have a decent conversation. So humor me for Christ's sake." She said casting one of the infamous 'mom' looks at me.
"Really mom it's fun. It's not band for sure but it'll keep me busy."
"Yeah that's and Bridget Lake almost killed him today!" Dan said
"Oh Mark Lake's daughter! He's such a nice man. He's on the PTA with me."
I picked at my rice for a while then excused myself from the table, went upstairs, and sat down at my drum kit. I practiced for a while then fell onto my bed a fell asleep.
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Okay another chapter hope ya'll like it! It's hard for me to write band stuff cause I'm a drama kid. So if I get something wrong I'm sorry!!! ~love much Alex
Still Bridget's POV
I picked up a bunch of cable and a roll of gaff tape. I headed down the stairs to the pit. I started attaching microphones to various places so we would get a broad range of sound.
Since I was alone in the theatre I started singing. See I'm weird and don't sing normal songs. I sing songs that are older than me. It just so happened that I had my Beatles CD with me so I popped it in and it started playing.
I of course sang along with it.
"Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand. Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand.
Now let me hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand. And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, and I can't hide. Yeah, you've got that something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I want to hold your-"the music stopped. I squeaked out "hand" and turned. It was some one I had never seen before. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. He had curly blonde hair and brown eyes that looked at me with wonder.
"Um, hi. I'm Bridget the pit mistress." I said grinning sheepishly. He nodded at me.
"I'm Mitch. I'm a percussionist. And a John Lennon fan. So all I have to say is don't quit your day job." He said grinning and setting down the drum he was caring.
"Hem, thanks. I don't plan on it! Not that I would want your advice." I snapped. I put down the last piece of gaff and turned on my heel and walked out of the pit.
~Mitch's POV~
God this gonna be a long show. And I have to deal with a shrew like that as a pit mistress! I'll just talk to Dan about her. I finished positioning my set and walked out.
I found my brother. He was sitting on the stage with a binder in his lap. It had a script in it. I motioned that I needed to talk to him. And he motioned back that he would talk to me later. I went back to the band room and grabbed my back pack. I sat in the house and did my math homework.
I sat in the audience until practice was over. Then I closed my math book and put it in my bag. I slung it on my back and walked up to my brother. He was talking to his girlfriend, Wendy (set mistress).
"Dan you ready to go?" I asked.
"Yeah, we're giving Wendy a ride home." He said, putting his arm around her. She smiled at me. They lead the way to the car. I followed. Since it was January and Minnesota, it was cold. I pulled my coat tighter around me. On the long walk to the car I amused my self with blowing into the air and having the air freeze in to a white mist.
I climbed into the back of Dan's Jetta; it would become mine in several weeks when I got my license. I had one of those freakishly early birthdays. Dan and Wendy talked in the front seat. When we got to Wendy's house Dan kissed her. While he was walking her up to the door, I climbed into the front passenger seat. Dan opened the door and sat down.
We rode in silence until we got to the main road.
"I met the shrew today." I said.
"Shrew?" He said glancing at me.
"Yeah the one in the pit. She was close to killing me."
"Hem Lake? No she wouldn't kill anyone. Hurt...maybe but kill, no. She has a problem with authority. She tells me off everyday." Dan explained pulling onto our street.
"I don't know if I can deal with her all through the show. I think she will try and hurt me." I put my head against the rest.
"Give her a chance. People can surprise you. And just to be sure that you get to know her you're the co-pit master. You two have to work together to get it done." WE pulled into the driveway and I got out of the car dodging ice on the driveway.
I went up to my room and flipped on my computer out of its dormant state. I signed on as March'NMaster06. I scanned the list to see who was on and found that Jeff was on. Jeff is a freshman that was contently getting lost. I had to help him around for the first several weeks of school and then we had become really good friends.
March'NMaster06: hey
WhereamI: hey how was your first drama practice?
March'NMaster06: It sucked
WhereamI: ick that sucks sry about all the drama people. It must be hell in a jar
March'NMaster06: yeah it is
WhereamI: I'll brb
March'NMaster06: okay
I waited for several minutes then he was back.
WhereamI: I'm BACK!
March'NMaster06: cool so what up?
WhereamI: not a dam thing what about you?
March'NMaster06: still recovering from this drama chick yelling at me.
"Mitch get down here dinner!" I heard my mom yell.
"Be right down"
March'NMaster06: g2g dinner bye
WhereamI: okay later
I logged off and went down stairs for dinner. I sat in between my brother and my mom just like I always did.
"So Mitchell how was your first day at Drama practice." My mom said daintily putting a small piece of chicken in her mouth.
"Fine" She looked up at me, to see if I would embellish. No dice.
"Well how are is the drama department treating you?" She tried again. Dan snorted into his broccoli. "Daniel, that is inappropriate behavior for the table!"
"Fine, mom. Everyone is real peachy-keen!" I said with a sarcastic grin on my face.
"Mitchell I'm trying to have a decent conversation. So humor me for Christ's sake." She said casting one of the infamous 'mom' looks at me.
"Really mom it's fun. It's not band for sure but it'll keep me busy."
"Yeah that's and Bridget Lake almost killed him today!" Dan said
"Oh Mark Lake's daughter! He's such a nice man. He's on the PTA with me."
I picked at my rice for a while then excused myself from the table, went upstairs, and sat down at my drum kit. I practiced for a while then fell onto my bed a fell asleep.
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Okay another chapter hope ya'll like it! It's hard for me to write band stuff cause I'm a drama kid. So if I get something wrong I'm sorry!!! ~love much Alex
