a/n: Thanks to The-Author2 for the woodblock idea type thingy deal…like some of the other ideas it'll end up spanning across a few chapters so yeah…*gives The-Author2 all of Vincent's kudos bars* Everyone go read The-Author2's stories!!!! Yah!!!
Vincent: *in a dangerous voice* GIVE…ME…MY…KUDOS!!!!
*Vincent turns into chaos and kills everything*
Vincent: By the way, the author doesn't own anything. If she did, she'd be doing much better things then writing fanfics, like making a Final Fantasy DDR game! She also doesn't own 'Wipeout'. Or Kudos. *steals kudos back*
…o.O ANYWAYS….
Chapter VIII: Commander Leonhart Attempts to Drive the Bandies Insane
"Can't any of you lazy excuses for musicians count time?!" Commander Leonhart demanded, waving his arms angrily. Yuffie, who was sitting in the front row, was right now suffering from this extreme fear of that baton flying right out of his hands and into her eyeball. She couldn't help but squinch her eyes closed every time he waved his hands. "Hojo!" Commander Leonhart yelled, pointing his baton at Joho. "Quit poking Shera with that drumstick and give it to me!"
Hojo did so, and Shera looked relieved. Cid kind of looked happier too and wasn't sending death glares over to Hojo while muttering profanities too colorful to mention in anything rated under PG-13 anymore for some unexplained reason…
"You," the commander pointed at Rude. Rude looked up confused, recognizing his name. From where Barret sat with the rest of the tubas, he was surprised Rude had even heard his name. Most of the people in the back row by the percussion couldn't hear anything over Rude pounding out the 'Wipeout' solo on a woodblock. Yesterday he had been pounding it out on a cowbell, but Choco Billy had thrown his chocobo whistle at Rude and Rude had finally stopped. To get back to the story, Rude looked up at the Commander after hearing his name being called. "Give me that," the commander demanded, pointing at the woodblock.
Everyone looked to Rude with pleading eyes. They all remembered earlier that week…they didn't' count time to the 'Squaresoft Overture' right so Commander Leonhart stole the woodblock and pounded it like a metronome until the band campers thought they would go deaf.
Rude, however, was clearly blind to the silent please of his fellow comrades, and handed the commander the woodblock. Any glimmers of hope that had once shone in the band campers' eyes were extinguished. All hope was lost, and band camp was about to fall to insanity.
"Here ya go, Commander Leonhart," he beamed, the only band camper stupid enough not to remember what had happened earlier that week with the woodblock and all. He walked back to his place with the percussionists, oblivious of the glares from the other campers.
"Let's try this again," Commander Leonhart frowned, pounding loudly on the woodblock.
Now that the baton was out of Commander Leonhart's hands, Yuffie's fear disappeared and she was free to glare at him. Yes, she thought with a frown, she was in for a long band session.
However, she found the pounding of the woodblock inspiring, even though she felt like screaming out of insanity. But that woodblock…that woodblock that Commander Leonhart never let leave his sight…
Yuffie had a plan.
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a/n: *resurrected by Aerith's Life material…Aerith is in this story a lot so she'll protect me from Vincent and Chaos* You know, it seems to me like my titles are almost as long as my entries anymore…but that's okay! I like short chapters because I can stay on focus easier and I like long titles because…um…why must I have a reason?!
*coughcoughcough*
Hope you all stick around for another chapter! And look, I even managed to mention Barret in that one! *apologizes to all the Barret fans…* Love and peace, ~xifa~