THE REED PT 3
"So you found The Reed." The alumni flute player, Joel, stared down at the small, experienced killer in his hands as he spoke to Jeslyn.
"According to band legend, it has already taken the lives of two oboists. And yet it has never been destroyed. I doubt it can be, by any human means. They say The Reed is haunted. Your sister is lucky to still be alive. Very lucky." Joel paused and took up The Reed to examine it. Using his hands, he tried to bend The Reed, but it did not even crack.
"I think the only reason why you have survived so far is because you do not play the oboe. But of course, The Reed must be destroyed."
"How?"
"I see only one solution. You have to return The Reed to the place from whence it came; for only there can it be destroyed."
"Why does this sound so familiar?"
"Ignore him. He's a LOTR die-hard fan," Martyn, the trumpet player, interjected. He grinned.
"So're you."
"Fine, whatever. But if you're going anywhere, I'm coming with you. You have my trumpet."
By now, a small crowd had gathered and one by one they voiced their support.
"And my flute."
"And my clarinet."
"And my trombone."
"And my drumsticks."
"And my tuba."
"And my piccolo."
"Why is this beginning to sound so much like The Fellowship of the Band Nerds?"
"The Fellowship of the Band Nerds? Nah. We shall be called... The Fellowship of the Reed. Tonight, we destroy the object that has injured so many. "
There was a pause.
"Uh. where exactly did The Reed come from?" "Dunno."
"No idea."
"Beats me."
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
"We'll decide what to do later. I think its time for lunch now. Meet during free time, ok?"
The band filed out of the room for lunch; and for a moment, The Reed was left untouched.
"So you found The Reed." The alumni flute player, Joel, stared down at the small, experienced killer in his hands as he spoke to Jeslyn.
"According to band legend, it has already taken the lives of two oboists. And yet it has never been destroyed. I doubt it can be, by any human means. They say The Reed is haunted. Your sister is lucky to still be alive. Very lucky." Joel paused and took up The Reed to examine it. Using his hands, he tried to bend The Reed, but it did not even crack.
"I think the only reason why you have survived so far is because you do not play the oboe. But of course, The Reed must be destroyed."
"How?"
"I see only one solution. You have to return The Reed to the place from whence it came; for only there can it be destroyed."
"Why does this sound so familiar?"
"Ignore him. He's a LOTR die-hard fan," Martyn, the trumpet player, interjected. He grinned.
"So're you."
"Fine, whatever. But if you're going anywhere, I'm coming with you. You have my trumpet."
By now, a small crowd had gathered and one by one they voiced their support.
"And my flute."
"And my clarinet."
"And my trombone."
"And my drumsticks."
"And my tuba."
"And my piccolo."
"Why is this beginning to sound so much like The Fellowship of the Band Nerds?"
"The Fellowship of the Band Nerds? Nah. We shall be called... The Fellowship of the Reed. Tonight, we destroy the object that has injured so many. "
There was a pause.
"Uh. where exactly did The Reed come from?" "Dunno."
"No idea."
"Beats me."
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
"We'll decide what to do later. I think its time for lunch now. Meet during free time, ok?"
The band filed out of the room for lunch; and for a moment, The Reed was left untouched.