Thursday was going to be interesting. It started out relatively normally,
but that would soon change. I got up, ate breakfast and went out to block.
We marched the first song without stopping then blocked it. Now it was time
to finish learning our new song. Tonight our parents were to come and see
the progress we had made during the week. Mr. Williams was even more
spastic because of this fact. The rest of us didn't care because the
parents would clap anyways.
After we had marched our first song we were in position to start the next. We would wait a few seconds so Zach could walk up front and start then song, then the rest of the group would follow. The woodwinds marched in our arc across nearer to the 50 yard line. I was standing on the 30 so I was closest to the group at the 40. When I marched across they would hoot and say "Everyone cheer for Elise." I wanted to kill them.
We marched these first few sets over and over and over at least a million times. Then we woodwinds got a break as it was time for the brass to work on their part of the song. The first time, we didn't get the message and marched straight through the brass cluster. When we finally stopped the count I was looking up at Soloman, a junior trumpet. I looked up as everyone else tried to figure out what was wrong with the move. They quickly realized it was because we weren't supposed to move so we were sent back, I feeling like a total idiot. It passed quickly though. We enjoyed our break and I sat and talked with Brad and Clay.
This song's drill was far easier then the previous song because we got very near the end of the song. The last move we learned was where alternating sets of lines went back and forth until moving into diagonals. We were having trouble with the back and forth marching so Mr. Williams and Mr. Black decided to end it with a visual for tonight. Their plan was successful and we looked much better then we had. When we took our final water break there was talk of mud volleyball. Friday night after we got back, there was to be a mud volleyball game at Hannah Presley's house. It was for the freshmen and the seniors as a type of bonding thing. I was immediately suspicious as I had been to Hannah's house and there certainly wasn't enough room to have a volleyball court there. Later I would find out what was to really happen.
Not only was the news of mud volleyball going around, but there were rumors there was to be a panty raid on the girl's dorms during lunch. When I got back to the dorms everyone on my floor was freaking out. I went next door Brittany and Mouldy's room to where Megan and Bree were staying. I talked to them for a little while about what was to happen. I then felt it was my duty to alert the rest of the girls. I went throughout the hall telling everyone with an open door what was to happen. In retrospect, this might not have been the best plan, but I did it none the less. After I was finished I went back to my own room and got ready to fortify.
There wasn't really a good hiding place in the room. It was open and what little furniture it had could easily be rooted through. The beds were also high of the ground so there wouldn't be a good place either. I stood in the center of the room simply looking for anywhere I could use to hide my things, not my underwear so much as my journal and notebook. If anyone got their hands on either of them they would certainly have to die. There! I spied a cord hanging down from the closet. Instead of having one door, it actually had two. A normal one at the bottom, and a smaller one at the top that you could only open by sliding your fingers between the small gap created by the lower door.
I opened the small door up and found there was actually a substantial amount of space up there. I grabbed the few things I found important and could not be stolen. After I did this, I grabbed a sheet of paper and tore a small piece off. Crumpling it, I shoved it in the frame of the door. It wouldn't stop anyone from opening it, but at least I would know if my room had been broken into. Satisfied I had done all I could do with my limited supplies, I left.
Over in Brittany's and Mouldy's room I discovered they had thought of their own way to save themselves from embarrassment. Brittany had taken all of her underwear and shoved it in her pillow. It was almost time for lunch so we left the chaos upstairs and went to sit on the wall outside our dorm. We talked to the people outdoors for a little it, but by then it was time to round everyone up for lunch. We were sent back to get the rest of the girls who were reluctant to leave their rooms. After much convincing they came out and we were allowed to go eat.
Lunch today was interesting, as well as full of panic. The seniors seemed to have finally taken full authority of their JBing powers. My friend Gene walked up to us, raised his hand in a turning signal, then turned and sat down. "What the heck is that?" Brad asked him. Today he and Clay were sitting across from us. Over the week the freshmen and begun to mingle and had received many upper class friends in return. Now we all sat wherever we chose and fit in instead of designated places.
"That was my JB." He said. "I have to use turn signals for the rest of band camp."
We all snorted with laughter. It would be a sight to see. Out of nowhere Braedon, a freshmen trumpet, screamed "MORTAL COMBAT!" as he walked to our table. The whole lunchroom went silent except for Munchkin who had started the JB and was laughing hysterically.
"Man, I'm glad we don't have to do that." I stated. All week the only things the girls had been asked to do was to take the trays of Lauren and Amanda. They hadn't asked me directly so I allowed the other more hopeful JBs to take car of the job. I decided I would talk more with the boys today because the girls were freaking out a little too much for my liking. Besides, if anything was to happen today, where better to learn then from the source. We talked about middle school and somehow my bizarre eating habits. Now they aren't really that bizarre, but I have been known to eat some pretty weird stuff.
Brad and Clay seemed absolutely fascinated with this subject. First they put me through some intense questioning then decided to test it out themselves. That day we had pitas for lunch. No one ate them because they were far too dry. Brad took his and put it in my cereal bowl. He then poured in my leftover Mr. Pibb, Clay's orange Crush, and his tea. You would think that would be enough, but he also added my salad and some mint chocolate chip ice cream. "There," he said triumphantly, "Eat that." Without hesitating, it picked up the pita and took a bite. Disgusted, he jumped up yelling, "Oh my gosh, that was so freaking nasty." The rest of us were laughing.
After my little episode, I went back up to Brittany and Mouldy's room. Sure enough, during lunch the girl's dorm had been hit. The rooms on the left side of the hall had been hit, only instead of a panty raid, they had taken all the pillows. This didn't help Brittany though.
"I can't believe they did that," she shrieked. "I had all my underwear in there." We sympathized with her until it was time for sectionals during which there was much tension between the girls and guys. Most of the girls were complaining to Mr. Williams about it. That's when we found out it wasn't the guys, it was Mr. Black. Unfortunately this didn't take away the tension between the groups which frustrated me. Didn't they understand? Now we could unite against Mr. Black and get him back. Obviously not.
When free time rolled around, I decided to go up to my room and plan. I saw the mound of pillows on the floor in the lobby and was glad. That didn't stop me from wanting to create a fabulous plan to get them back though. This didn't last long as I only stayed up there for 5 minutes. When I came down though, it was bad. The girls were standing inside just looking through the windowed wall at the guys who were holding water balloons just waiting for them to come out. I, always the mediator decided to try and compromise. It didn't matter to me if I got a little wet. All I wanted to do was get Mr. Black back, and to do that I needed the guys help.
The girls saw me moving to the door and immediately hid behind it, not wanting to get hit. I stepped out. None of the guys did anything. "Don't waste them on her," Paul, a fellow freshmen said. "She doesn't care." All I could do was shrug. He was right, I really didn't care. Scanning the crowd out there I decided my efforts would be wasted. It was only a few freshmen and the occasional upperclassmen. No one important though. I walked down the steps to the side of the dorm and as I did I saw a few people approaching me. Mr. Black was coming from the Music Hall and Munchkin and Chad were coming from the guy's dorms. Munchkin had a water balloon in his hand and as soon as they got close to me he grabbed me in a headlock. I placed my elbow behind his back on his spinal cord. He wanted to hit me he'd surely get a nice surprise afterwards. "Hey, Mr. Black, want to see a freshmen get hit?" Luckily for him he didn't throw it at me and kept on walking.
In an attempt to cool off, I took a walk around the grassy area across from our dorms. I spied Laura, Alex, Charlie, and Derek sitting and talking and decided to join them. They were discussing the situation between the guys and the girls at the moment. I sat down and began to talk with them, hinting every few minutes that we should get everyone together then plan to get Mr. Black. No one seemed to be paying attention so I got up and left. As I walked, I passed a group of people gathering by a tree near the music building. I almost slapped my head in stupidity. There was to be another JB challenge. It was now time to determine the grunt king and queen. We divided up into our groups as we had before and went one at a time boy against girl. I lost to Justin again, but the rest of the girls didn't fare to well either. Leslie and Brittany won, but no one else. They then went against each other, Brittany winning. Out of the guys, Nick one. Since he and Brittany had been named Grunt King and Queen they had a face off. Brittany won this which made all of us happy. Now at least we had tied the guys for JB challenges. Now it was time for dinner.
Dinner was almost as eventful as lunch. My wishes had come true (though not really to the point of which I wanted). During lunch some of the chaperones had told one of our lunch ladies to come out and give Mr. Black a rose and a kiss on the cheek at dinner. She did and he was humiliated magnificently. You couldn't tell the difference between the rose and his face he was so red.
The moment passed far too quickly and before we knew it our parents started to arrive. Some ran extra food provisions to their kids, but most went straight to the field to grab seats on the bleachers. Instead of having our quick break after dinner, we were directed straight into block. We marched to the field as best we could and went straight to our opening set. The first song went off without any major problems. My pod almost ran into that of the other Saxes, but we avoided it. The second song went off without a hitch and we ended our show to the cheers of parents. Afterwards we broke off to take pictures. My mom left almost immediately but I fit right in with the rest of my friends. We took many photos to remind us of band camp then, once all the parents had gone, went back to march.
This was the last time we would truly practice as tomorrow we would just run through the show a few times and maybe learn the last set of the second song. We decided to have a drill down to see who all had truly learned what it meant to be in marching band. Once more I was one of the last freshmen left. This time Channing won. There wasn't as much time as Mr. Williams had thought so we packed it up and went on in. Never in my wildest dreams of things that might happen at band camp (and trust me I had some pretty wild ones) could have prepared me for what was to happen that night.
A/N: Yea, more reviewers!!! Thanks to Tom and Myshel, u have no idea how much I appreciate it. I didn't finish this chappie like I had planned, but it was just getting to long. The next one won't be as long, but it will definitely be better.
After we had marched our first song we were in position to start the next. We would wait a few seconds so Zach could walk up front and start then song, then the rest of the group would follow. The woodwinds marched in our arc across nearer to the 50 yard line. I was standing on the 30 so I was closest to the group at the 40. When I marched across they would hoot and say "Everyone cheer for Elise." I wanted to kill them.
We marched these first few sets over and over and over at least a million times. Then we woodwinds got a break as it was time for the brass to work on their part of the song. The first time, we didn't get the message and marched straight through the brass cluster. When we finally stopped the count I was looking up at Soloman, a junior trumpet. I looked up as everyone else tried to figure out what was wrong with the move. They quickly realized it was because we weren't supposed to move so we were sent back, I feeling like a total idiot. It passed quickly though. We enjoyed our break and I sat and talked with Brad and Clay.
This song's drill was far easier then the previous song because we got very near the end of the song. The last move we learned was where alternating sets of lines went back and forth until moving into diagonals. We were having trouble with the back and forth marching so Mr. Williams and Mr. Black decided to end it with a visual for tonight. Their plan was successful and we looked much better then we had. When we took our final water break there was talk of mud volleyball. Friday night after we got back, there was to be a mud volleyball game at Hannah Presley's house. It was for the freshmen and the seniors as a type of bonding thing. I was immediately suspicious as I had been to Hannah's house and there certainly wasn't enough room to have a volleyball court there. Later I would find out what was to really happen.
Not only was the news of mud volleyball going around, but there were rumors there was to be a panty raid on the girl's dorms during lunch. When I got back to the dorms everyone on my floor was freaking out. I went next door Brittany and Mouldy's room to where Megan and Bree were staying. I talked to them for a little while about what was to happen. I then felt it was my duty to alert the rest of the girls. I went throughout the hall telling everyone with an open door what was to happen. In retrospect, this might not have been the best plan, but I did it none the less. After I was finished I went back to my own room and got ready to fortify.
There wasn't really a good hiding place in the room. It was open and what little furniture it had could easily be rooted through. The beds were also high of the ground so there wouldn't be a good place either. I stood in the center of the room simply looking for anywhere I could use to hide my things, not my underwear so much as my journal and notebook. If anyone got their hands on either of them they would certainly have to die. There! I spied a cord hanging down from the closet. Instead of having one door, it actually had two. A normal one at the bottom, and a smaller one at the top that you could only open by sliding your fingers between the small gap created by the lower door.
I opened the small door up and found there was actually a substantial amount of space up there. I grabbed the few things I found important and could not be stolen. After I did this, I grabbed a sheet of paper and tore a small piece off. Crumpling it, I shoved it in the frame of the door. It wouldn't stop anyone from opening it, but at least I would know if my room had been broken into. Satisfied I had done all I could do with my limited supplies, I left.
Over in Brittany's and Mouldy's room I discovered they had thought of their own way to save themselves from embarrassment. Brittany had taken all of her underwear and shoved it in her pillow. It was almost time for lunch so we left the chaos upstairs and went to sit on the wall outside our dorm. We talked to the people outdoors for a little it, but by then it was time to round everyone up for lunch. We were sent back to get the rest of the girls who were reluctant to leave their rooms. After much convincing they came out and we were allowed to go eat.
Lunch today was interesting, as well as full of panic. The seniors seemed to have finally taken full authority of their JBing powers. My friend Gene walked up to us, raised his hand in a turning signal, then turned and sat down. "What the heck is that?" Brad asked him. Today he and Clay were sitting across from us. Over the week the freshmen and begun to mingle and had received many upper class friends in return. Now we all sat wherever we chose and fit in instead of designated places.
"That was my JB." He said. "I have to use turn signals for the rest of band camp."
We all snorted with laughter. It would be a sight to see. Out of nowhere Braedon, a freshmen trumpet, screamed "MORTAL COMBAT!" as he walked to our table. The whole lunchroom went silent except for Munchkin who had started the JB and was laughing hysterically.
"Man, I'm glad we don't have to do that." I stated. All week the only things the girls had been asked to do was to take the trays of Lauren and Amanda. They hadn't asked me directly so I allowed the other more hopeful JBs to take car of the job. I decided I would talk more with the boys today because the girls were freaking out a little too much for my liking. Besides, if anything was to happen today, where better to learn then from the source. We talked about middle school and somehow my bizarre eating habits. Now they aren't really that bizarre, but I have been known to eat some pretty weird stuff.
Brad and Clay seemed absolutely fascinated with this subject. First they put me through some intense questioning then decided to test it out themselves. That day we had pitas for lunch. No one ate them because they were far too dry. Brad took his and put it in my cereal bowl. He then poured in my leftover Mr. Pibb, Clay's orange Crush, and his tea. You would think that would be enough, but he also added my salad and some mint chocolate chip ice cream. "There," he said triumphantly, "Eat that." Without hesitating, it picked up the pita and took a bite. Disgusted, he jumped up yelling, "Oh my gosh, that was so freaking nasty." The rest of us were laughing.
After my little episode, I went back up to Brittany and Mouldy's room. Sure enough, during lunch the girl's dorm had been hit. The rooms on the left side of the hall had been hit, only instead of a panty raid, they had taken all the pillows. This didn't help Brittany though.
"I can't believe they did that," she shrieked. "I had all my underwear in there." We sympathized with her until it was time for sectionals during which there was much tension between the girls and guys. Most of the girls were complaining to Mr. Williams about it. That's when we found out it wasn't the guys, it was Mr. Black. Unfortunately this didn't take away the tension between the groups which frustrated me. Didn't they understand? Now we could unite against Mr. Black and get him back. Obviously not.
When free time rolled around, I decided to go up to my room and plan. I saw the mound of pillows on the floor in the lobby and was glad. That didn't stop me from wanting to create a fabulous plan to get them back though. This didn't last long as I only stayed up there for 5 minutes. When I came down though, it was bad. The girls were standing inside just looking through the windowed wall at the guys who were holding water balloons just waiting for them to come out. I, always the mediator decided to try and compromise. It didn't matter to me if I got a little wet. All I wanted to do was get Mr. Black back, and to do that I needed the guys help.
The girls saw me moving to the door and immediately hid behind it, not wanting to get hit. I stepped out. None of the guys did anything. "Don't waste them on her," Paul, a fellow freshmen said. "She doesn't care." All I could do was shrug. He was right, I really didn't care. Scanning the crowd out there I decided my efforts would be wasted. It was only a few freshmen and the occasional upperclassmen. No one important though. I walked down the steps to the side of the dorm and as I did I saw a few people approaching me. Mr. Black was coming from the Music Hall and Munchkin and Chad were coming from the guy's dorms. Munchkin had a water balloon in his hand and as soon as they got close to me he grabbed me in a headlock. I placed my elbow behind his back on his spinal cord. He wanted to hit me he'd surely get a nice surprise afterwards. "Hey, Mr. Black, want to see a freshmen get hit?" Luckily for him he didn't throw it at me and kept on walking.
In an attempt to cool off, I took a walk around the grassy area across from our dorms. I spied Laura, Alex, Charlie, and Derek sitting and talking and decided to join them. They were discussing the situation between the guys and the girls at the moment. I sat down and began to talk with them, hinting every few minutes that we should get everyone together then plan to get Mr. Black. No one seemed to be paying attention so I got up and left. As I walked, I passed a group of people gathering by a tree near the music building. I almost slapped my head in stupidity. There was to be another JB challenge. It was now time to determine the grunt king and queen. We divided up into our groups as we had before and went one at a time boy against girl. I lost to Justin again, but the rest of the girls didn't fare to well either. Leslie and Brittany won, but no one else. They then went against each other, Brittany winning. Out of the guys, Nick one. Since he and Brittany had been named Grunt King and Queen they had a face off. Brittany won this which made all of us happy. Now at least we had tied the guys for JB challenges. Now it was time for dinner.
Dinner was almost as eventful as lunch. My wishes had come true (though not really to the point of which I wanted). During lunch some of the chaperones had told one of our lunch ladies to come out and give Mr. Black a rose and a kiss on the cheek at dinner. She did and he was humiliated magnificently. You couldn't tell the difference between the rose and his face he was so red.
The moment passed far too quickly and before we knew it our parents started to arrive. Some ran extra food provisions to their kids, but most went straight to the field to grab seats on the bleachers. Instead of having our quick break after dinner, we were directed straight into block. We marched to the field as best we could and went straight to our opening set. The first song went off without any major problems. My pod almost ran into that of the other Saxes, but we avoided it. The second song went off without a hitch and we ended our show to the cheers of parents. Afterwards we broke off to take pictures. My mom left almost immediately but I fit right in with the rest of my friends. We took many photos to remind us of band camp then, once all the parents had gone, went back to march.
This was the last time we would truly practice as tomorrow we would just run through the show a few times and maybe learn the last set of the second song. We decided to have a drill down to see who all had truly learned what it meant to be in marching band. Once more I was one of the last freshmen left. This time Channing won. There wasn't as much time as Mr. Williams had thought so we packed it up and went on in. Never in my wildest dreams of things that might happen at band camp (and trust me I had some pretty wild ones) could have prepared me for what was to happen that night.
A/N: Yea, more reviewers!!! Thanks to Tom and Myshel, u have no idea how much I appreciate it. I didn't finish this chappie like I had planned, but it was just getting to long. The next one won't be as long, but it will definitely be better.