A/n: Well, I decided to update finally =)
I was looking over what I have so far, and I've come to a conclusion. I started writing this fanfic for fun. Because I'm a perfectionist and I wanted to write a story without trying so hard. And I'm looking over
this and y'know what? I think I'm trying to hard. So I'm gonna take a break and put in a nice silly chapter before
going back to work =) If you hate it, well, sorry. Remember that Zidane and Fujin were the counselors, if you're
wondering why they're starring in this chapter. Let's see how crazy this is going to get...
Without further ado...
Chapter Four: Zidane and Fujin Exchange Lame Band Jokes
It was a bright sunny day outside the next day. Light, puffy clouds floated over the sky, and the sun beamed warmly down.
The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, and the weather was perfect. A gentle breeze blew. It was one of those days that you just
want to stay outside forever in.
"Thank the stars for music theory classes that we don't have to take!" Zidane exclaimed happily. "Y'know what I mean, Fujin?"
Fujin, as was characteristic of her, glared at him.
"Um...yeah..." Zidane trailed off. Different approach, he thought to himself. "So, I used to play trumpet when I was in band."
Fujin glanced at him, but said nothing.
"What was your instrument?" he tried asking.
"...SAXAPHONE."
So she can talk...
"That's awesome!"
Fujin glared at him again, still saying nothing.
Let's try something else...Zidane thought.
"I know a bunch of great band jokes," Zidane nodded enthusiastically. "So...how do you know when a drummer is knocking at your door?"
Fujin didn't reply.
"The knock always speeds up!" Zidane answered cheerfully. "Okay, next one...what's the range of a piccolo?"
Again, no response.
"Twenty yards on a good day," Zidane beamed. "What's the--"
"You know," Fujin scowled, "I was in this band camp back when that crazy moogle was the director. I know every lame band joke there is."
"No you don't! You can't," Zidane grinned. Heh, now I'm getting somewhere... "I'll think of some you don't know."
"Try."
"Why is the French horn a divine instrument?" Zidane asked.
"Because when man blows it, God only knows what comes out," Fujin answered.
"Um...why do drummers have trouble entering a room?"
"Because they never know when to come in," Fujin replied listlessly. "Got any better ones?"
Zidane frowned. You're asking for it...
"What do you call someone who hangs out with musicians?"
"A drummer. Try again, Zidane."
"Ugh...what's the best way to confuse a drummer?"
"Put sheet music in front of him," she replied off-handedly, staring at the sky.
"How can you make a trombone sound like a french horn?"
"Stick your hand in the bell and play a lot of wrong notes."
"How do you get two oboes to play in unison?"
"Shoot one," Fujin shook her head. "That's the oldest one in the book!"
Ugh...she said she played sax...I'm startin' in on the saxophone jokes now...
"What's the difference between a saxophone and a lawnmower?"
"The neighbors get upset when you borrow a lawnmower and don't return it."
"How many alto saxophone players does it take to change---"
"--Zidane, I know all the saxophone ones. Try something else, you're boring me."
Boring you?!
"How many drummers does it take to change a light bulb?"
"Why? Oh, wow! Is it like dark, man?" Fujin shook her head. "Zidane, you're hopeless!" An evil smile crossed
her face. "Let's turn it around here. How many trumpet players does it take to change a light bulb?"
"Um..."
"None, because the world revolves around them." Fujin answered, quickly firing another one at him. "How do trumpet
players traditionally greet each other?"
"Um..."
"Hi, I'm better than you. What do trumpets use for birth control?"
"Um..."
"Their personalities," Fujin laughed as Zidane frowned. "Sorry, had to say that one. What did little Johnny's mother
say when Johnny said he wanted to be a trumpet player when he grew up?"
"Um..."
"But Johnny, you can't do both! How do you improve the aerodynamics of a trumpeter's car?"
"Um..."
"Take the Domino's Pizza sign off the roof! What do you call a trumpet player without a brain?"
"I--"
"Gifted."
"Ugh, that's it!" Zidane jumped up. "I'm going to go get on the internet and find a bunch of band jokes you don't know."
He turned to storm off.
"Band geek," Fujin muttered under her breath.
"WHAT?!"
"Nothing, nothing," Fujin smiled off-handedly. "Go find your little jokes. Have at it."
"I'll get you next round."
"Try your hardest," Fujin waved as he walked off.
~//~
A/n: That's the worst chapter fo anything I've ever written, guys...um if you search band jokes on Google, the first two sites are the ones I
credit for teaching me more lame band jokes. Sorry for wasting your time reading this...hope it wasn't too horrible...more real stuff next update =)
Luv ya all who've been reading!!!
~xifa~