Hobo Horrors
Real quick- I thought of this crazy idea after reading Amber's marching band fanfics, so I decided to write a horror story of Hobo Band. It starts
out very action-like, but the horror comes later on, I promise you.
Chapter 1- The Beginning
"Are you going to Hobo Band tonight?" Amber asked Wednesday
afternoon. "Yeah, I guess I should..." Shannon replied, rolling her eyes. Hobo Band was so boring it wasn't even funny. A once a week rehearsal in a
crowded room full of hundreds of little kids who only pretend to play, while Matt, Shannon, Katie, and Amber where really the only ones actually playing well in the clarinet section, which led to many of the kids to be
jealous.... very jealous. That night, Shannon walked into the building right on time and walked over
to the clarinet section and greeted her friends. "Hey...did you hear the news?" Paige the flute player asked, "McCarron is actually conducting us tonight!" "What?" Shannon gasped. Scott McCarron was the school's conductor-
persued and adored by many! Idolized! Loved! Suddenly Adrienne popped up out of nowhere and smiled. "Where'd you come from?!" Katie yelled. "What do
you mean? I was here the whole time!" she said, glaring.
Everyone stared at her a moment, and decided to move on.
"Alright kids....Let's start with Louie Louie." Everyone pulled out their
music, and began to play, but Scott stopped after only a fraction of a
measure. His face became very red, and he closed his eyes to stifle the
anger. "Now...I'm going to say this as kindly as possible...." He looked around. "YOU SUCK!" Gasps came over the crowd. "And I mean that in the best
way possible..." he said, nodding. Children started to cry, and parents
where outraged.
"Now...that was not necessary..." slurred 'Hobo Dan', a.k.a. 'Hobo Homo'. (Now, I need to say something about Hobo Dan. I have never seen a real dork before this... You know Steve Erkle and the movie Revenge of the Nerds, right? Well he was one- in the flesh. Right from his slicked hair to the pocket protectors and glasses.") Scott turned around, gave him the once over, and laughed right in his face.
"You're going to have to leave!" yelled 'Hobo Doug'. A huge circle of old men surrounded him. "Oh yeah?" he frowned. "Well, you obviously have underestimated the power of a good conductor." With a wave of gasps from the crowd, McCarron pulled out his baton and waved it around in a circle type pattern. Suddenly an ear-piercing sound began to scream out of it. "What could that be?!" 'Hobo Sig' yelped. But the Fab 6 knew who it was....The only person capable of mastering such a sound- Tara.
Real quick- I thought of this crazy idea after reading Amber's marching band fanfics, so I decided to write a horror story of Hobo Band. It starts
out very action-like, but the horror comes later on, I promise you.
Chapter 1- The Beginning
"Are you going to Hobo Band tonight?" Amber asked Wednesday
afternoon. "Yeah, I guess I should..." Shannon replied, rolling her eyes. Hobo Band was so boring it wasn't even funny. A once a week rehearsal in a
crowded room full of hundreds of little kids who only pretend to play, while Matt, Shannon, Katie, and Amber where really the only ones actually playing well in the clarinet section, which led to many of the kids to be
jealous.... very jealous. That night, Shannon walked into the building right on time and walked over
to the clarinet section and greeted her friends. "Hey...did you hear the news?" Paige the flute player asked, "McCarron is actually conducting us tonight!" "What?" Shannon gasped. Scott McCarron was the school's conductor-
persued and adored by many! Idolized! Loved! Suddenly Adrienne popped up out of nowhere and smiled. "Where'd you come from?!" Katie yelled. "What do
you mean? I was here the whole time!" she said, glaring.
Everyone stared at her a moment, and decided to move on.
"Alright kids....Let's start with Louie Louie." Everyone pulled out their
music, and began to play, but Scott stopped after only a fraction of a
measure. His face became very red, and he closed his eyes to stifle the
anger. "Now...I'm going to say this as kindly as possible...." He looked around. "YOU SUCK!" Gasps came over the crowd. "And I mean that in the best
way possible..." he said, nodding. Children started to cry, and parents
where outraged.
"Now...that was not necessary..." slurred 'Hobo Dan', a.k.a. 'Hobo Homo'. (Now, I need to say something about Hobo Dan. I have never seen a real dork before this... You know Steve Erkle and the movie Revenge of the Nerds, right? Well he was one- in the flesh. Right from his slicked hair to the pocket protectors and glasses.") Scott turned around, gave him the once over, and laughed right in his face.
"You're going to have to leave!" yelled 'Hobo Doug'. A huge circle of old men surrounded him. "Oh yeah?" he frowned. "Well, you obviously have underestimated the power of a good conductor." With a wave of gasps from the crowd, McCarron pulled out his baton and waved it around in a circle type pattern. Suddenly an ear-piercing sound began to scream out of it. "What could that be?!" 'Hobo Sig' yelped. But the Fab 6 knew who it was....The only person capable of mastering such a sound- Tara.