Sorry everyone for not updating for a long, long time, but it was the holidays and naturally I had no time to write.
This shall be the last chapter, not counting the epilogue. *sob* I'll miss you guys… thanks for all your reviews… As for a Part 3… maybe. Next year perhaps. ^_^ I'll be starting a section on my website for news on my fanfics soon. Watch out for other band story epics meantime.
P.S. The Pepsi thing was my fellow oboist's idea. So don't blame me.
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The Reed II: Chapter 14
The last day of band camp was nice and sunny… too sunny for everyone's liking. Remembering only too well the events of the night before, Martyn kept a very close watch on Ian, although most of the Fellowship agreed that he should draw the line at handcuffs. As the morning band practice drew nearer, though, even Martyn started paying less attention to Ian and more attention to the tuba lying against the wall, bell up.
However, the owner of that tuba, Marc, was not as dumb as everyone made him out to be, i.e. not as dumb as everyone else. Soon he began to notice the more-than-often stares at his instrument, and sent the Fellowship off with a 'What d'you think you're looking at?' glare.
Once they were out of his way, Marc scanned the room for anyone else who might be watching him.
The room was deserted.
Grinning, Marc made his way to the cupboard and opened it to reveal a nice, cold bottle of Pepsi. He removed the cap… then slowly emptied its contents into the bell of his tuba, before carrying it, instrument, Pepsi, Reed and all, to the auditorium for practice.
Taking his seat, Marc glared once more at the Fellowship, whose eyes had followed his instrument all the way in. For a moment, he shuddered at the thought that they might have guessed his secret… but it wasn't possible. No Pepsi was dripping out. He drank some anyway to be sure, and weird bubbling noises started coming from his general direction.
The conductor walked in and the band began to play, just the woodwinds alone first. David and Jamie seized the chance for a quick, whispered chat by the xylophone.
"So what're we going to do?"
Jamie shrugged.
"We can't exactly do anything… I mean, it looks like Marc's getting kinda suspicious already…"
"So we just wait until he chokes and dies?"
"I guess so…"
"PERCUSSION! STOP TALKING!"
David and Jamie jumped as the voice of the acting band major ran out. The conductor jumped too and fell off the rostrum, but that's a different story.
"YOU TWO! DROP 70!
The two percussionists exchanged looks of ecstasy.
"ONLY? Thank you!"
"Don't mention it. You're lucky I'm so lenient with you."
The percussionists went off to do the pushups, the conductor got back on the rostrum, and the music started up again.
For a while, all went smoothly, or as smoothly as band practice could ever go.
And then it happened.
The weird bubbling noises from the tuba were suddenly joined by weird choking noises. Nothing unusual, really, as the tuba players were not the only ones who poured drinks into their instruments (which accounted for the strange bubbling noise that seemed to accompany each practice) and band members occasionally choked on their drinks.
When Marc fell to the floor, however, coughing violently, spewing blood, spewing Pepsi, etc, heads began to turn. A few heard the coughing and ran off, scared of SARS. The rest remained, however, the Fellowship the only ones who knew what had happened.
A few more seconds passed… then Marc stopped struggling altogether, and just lay there, an unusual lump in his throat roughly the size and shape of a box of reeds.
"So… I guess that's it, huh?" Lucas ventured, breaking the silence as he walked up to look at the corpse.
"What d'you mean?"
"The box. Marc swallowed it together with The Reed. So its safe, it can't escape. The Reed has killed his last."
There was a moment's silence.
"Yeah," Martyn said. "So Ariel was right. The Reed will end up buried six feet underground."
And the band was silent… as one by one they got up from their seats to look at the Reed's last murder.
The blood mixed with the spilt Pepsi.
And, somehow, they knew it was all over.
Or was it?
THE END
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Epilogue coming up soon…
I just registered in the forum at talesfrombandcamp.com, user name 'deranged_oboist'. Haven't posted anything yet…
Quote of the Day: "Beauty is only skin deep, but then again, who wants an attractive liver?" – The Dead Sea Files
Band quote of the Day: "Bring your instruments, and… uh… your instruments." – Can't remember who.
Quiz 5: Movie source of the following.
FFGAC'C'—GCAG—
ChibiSkunkSaria: You mean you order your reeds online? 0.0 Okay…
Vixen: Sorry, but that's still not the longest review. ^_^ You could try for the shortest, though. The current record holder is Irish Bug, with the review '^^'. The second shortest review is '…' by Ectodude.
Wildmage42: YOU HAVE THE MOVIE FAVOURITES BOOK TOO? NOOOOOO…*cries* 'Actually my band has it too, but we've never played it, not after I joined anyway. I saw the trombone score lying around that day, which is how I knew what was inside, but well, trombone score. There aren't exactly many notes. 'Fleetwood Mac'? What's that?
Tigerlily Gamgee: Did you have to remind me of the contents? NOOOOOOO… *cries* Yeah, I remember it had Star Trek and Raiders March too… *sigh* All the John Williams music… *cries*
Tan_mx: I'm not 14 yet, and won't be till near the end of the year. Jasmine said that the rgs band still has the Sec 4s there… dunno why…
Krysten: Okay, I continued. ^_^ Thanks for reviewing!
Blah Blah Blah: Look! It just ended! =D There's still the epilogue, but that's not counted.
Loren Fangor: It's called the power of fan fiction… I get to torture anyone and anything I wish. Including saxophones. ^_^
Perc Mad Hatter: I didn't touch the timpani! Not to poke holes in it anyway… audi prac… help move instruments… touch… 'Percussion Gods'? 0.0
Veronica: My reed got mouldy once! =D It turned all green and fuzzy. Really. I'm not joking. I threw it away though…
Nightling: 'Kill the tuba'? 0_0 Flutes make good lances too! And ask your band mates to review. Thanks. ^_^