A/N I'm very sorry who I offended by my generizations of the instruments.
That was simply from my experience with various instruments. I have heard
of quiet trumpets, MOST of the trumpets I have talked to have been very
egotistical just like I am and MOST of the drummers I've known have a lot
of trouble going without some sort of beat. This one drummer who I'm
friends with listens to music with loud drums and bass when she's not
playing. She can't stand going for a long time without listening. There's
nothing wrong with that. It's simply an attribute gained by many who play
the drums because they have to keep the beat for the band. I understand
that some people have been offended by what I've said, but still I do not
appreciate being cursed at. You can yell at me all you want, but I draw the
line at being called a bitch.
BTW Huzzah for girl drummers (1 in my school). I've only met two in my life
and Huzzah for all who do. Likewise Huzzah for male flutes (2 in my
school). And for Male color guards. And for female trumpets (I'm the only
one in my school) and Saxes (only 3). Huzzah for everyone else too.
Sorry for lack of writing. I'm going through a bit right now. Not all of its bad, but a lot of it is really depressing me. My sister and I had this really great talk about fan fiction, reviews and such. She advised me to repost one of my comments and correct the grammar, but I'm not that mean. Well, I might be, but not at this moment. Now the person who left the comment is probably going to call me "Miss Bitch" again and yell at me and be mad because I was being overly hyper one night and added the instrument thing in my author's notes. I'm not overly sensitive about cursing or anything, I just think that when giving your opinion on something you shouldn't curse, especially on a site such as this which is meant to help writers improve. I do thank the person who left that comment for leaving a name for me to get back to if I really wanted. I probably won't here, but it adds validity, and I think it takes courage to do so. So many people hide behind anonymous and say really mean things. Then again many anonymousness are very supportive. Anyways, I never meant for anyone to be offended, so if we can put all of this behind us and move on it would be good.
Oh, BTW, one of the characters is gay. If this offends you severely, then sorry, but that's the way she turned out. She just can't think straight and she's calling in queer.
The field which Li walked onto was dilapidated. Li meant decrepit in the fullest sense of the word. It was lapis-stone and it was falling apart. It looked like a child's sand castle wall only with rocks. The lawn on which they were to play had weeds all over reaching about knee high.
"Oh hi!" called out a voice to Li. Li stopped her disgusted investigation of the field and turned to the voice. "It's beautiful isn't it?" That was said without any sarcasm. The girl to whom the voice belonged was short. She must have been half a head shorter than Li who barely made the tall side of average. The girl was also fat. Li could see the flab on her arm move as the girl waved. She also saw the girl was dressed to play quidditch and had her mouse brown hair pulled back in a practical ponytail.
"It's peachy," Li replied with heavy sarcasm.
"It's probably not as good as you've been used to," the girl apologized, "but it's a lot better than what we've been working with for the past five years."
"Excuse me?"
"Me and the girls. An-mei, Bridget, Lisa and I have been playing together for years. We used to play in the back alleys of Hogsmeade; to actually have a field is great.
"And you are?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm Andrea, Andrea Harris. It's an honor to meet you.... Li or Lily?" the girl said enthusiastically.
"Li."
"Ok, it's a shame with a pretty name like Lily, but I suppose Li is easier. Come on, I'll take you to meet the others." Andrea started off toward a door in the wall. Li had no choice but to follow.
They entered the room. It was like any other changing room Li had been in only with pictures everywhere. One section had pictures of quidditch teams, another had fashion models. Another had what appeared to be family photos. Yet another had pictures of famous writers and people Li didn't know. There were three more walls, but they were all blank.
"We all decorated a wall, you can claim any of the ones left," Andrea explained. A girl was in the locker room changing. She was tall and lean. Li suspected this girl must be anorexic with the little body fat she had on her. She looked like a supermodel. Her hair was a dirty blond and had gel in it to keep the curls in tact. Li wondered whether any would crack if she were to bend it the other way.
"So it's Li Evans?" the girl asked. Her speech was void of any hint of British accent. "I knew you were like a girl all along."
"You did not," said a voice from the showers. "You had pictures other as a him all over your bedroom and you cried for days when you found out." Someone else stepped into the room. This girl looked like a quidditch player. She was stocky and obviously well muscled and strong. She was dressed in a t-shirt and old jeans. Her chestnut hair was chin length, but the majority of it was pulled back and the girl was pinning the rest back so it wouldn't get in her face.
"BRID!" yelled the blond girl indignantly. "You know it's like not true!"
"Is too! I have the phone bill from you calling me to prove it. Sorry, you must excuse Lisa's manners and the fact that she's a pathological liar."
"AM not!"
"You are too, now be quiet. I'm Bridget Lewis by the way and that sorry excuse for a quidditch player is Lisa Smith."
"I can like whip your arse at quidditch like any day."
"Come on, we all know that keeper isn't a real position," Bridget teased. This seemed to be an old argument between them. Li could tell that she and Bridget would get along fine.
"Is too, you couldn't like block a um quaffle if your life like um depended on it."
"Well you couldn't shoot a quaffle straight if James Potter's life depended on it!" Bridget yelled back. "She has a major crush on him. It used to be you before she found out you were a girl."
"I can um remember SOMEONE'S girlfriend being very mad when you like said that Li was like damned fine when you found out she was like a girl."
"You know you just wanted to steal my girl," Bridget joked. "Oh, Li welcome to the team and when An-mei comes, I wouldn't mention parents. In fact, you probably shouldn't say anything except your name."
"Why?" Lisa asked.
"Don't you remember? An-mei got a howler from her mum," Bridget reminded her.
"It didn't sound bad," Lisa remarked.
"But you know how Mrs. Wong can be," Andrea said before remembering that Li didn't know Mrs. Wong. "An-mei's mum is a bit controlling to say the least." Bridget coughed and it sounded like "understatement of the year."
"And I wouldn't call her like any um nicknames. She got really mad at me when I like called her Mei. And don't like call her by like her Christian name," Lisa warned. Li looked at her blankly.
"Her Christian name is Theodora. She tends to hit the person who calls her that," Andrea explained.
"So you play seeker right? It's good to be a brilliant game. We're going to be playing our first game in about a month. It's going to be wicked fun playing against people who want to play rather than the bored girls at the café. It's all thanks to you we have a girls' side now. Andrea, An-mei and I graduated Hogwarts two years ago. We stayed in Hogsmeade trying to petition the ministry into creating a team for us. Unfortunately they didn't listen and we have to get jobs at the bookstore so we could stay and keep petitioning. The girls next door had been in our year so we challenged them to games. They never wanted to play though except for Lisa here who had just come from the US," Bridget told her.
"We chained ourselves to the doors until they allowed us to try out. They didn't want any one good on the teams cause they like wanted it to um die out before the whole girls' side like um got started," Lisa put in.
"We also refused to move until they got us proper uniforms and not just mini-skirts," Bridget commented.
"And for that I thank you," a new voice interrupted. "We wouldn't have been able to play in those types of things." The newcomer was the tallest of the group so far at about 180 centimeters (70.9 inches or almost 5 foot 11.) from what Li could tell. Her skin was coffee and cream color. She had deep brown eyes that were set in a cool expression. Her hair was black and bone straight. It reached her waist. She was skinny, but not supermodel so like Lisa. Her face was thin and angular.
"We?" Lisa asked predictably.
"My sister and I," the girl said. She stepped out of the doorway to reveal another woman. This second woman looked exactly the same. Their faces were the same down to the tightly drawn lips and the very hairs on their heads. Li was sure she would have mixed them up if it weren't for one very obvious fact. As one sister was exceptionally tall, the other was extremely short. She must have been about 130 centimeters (55.2 inches or 4 foot7.) Other than this they looked exactly the same in everyway. If they hadn't been standing next to each other Li would have thought she was seeing things.
"Hello, I'm Andrea, this is Li, the blond over there is Lisa and the other girl is Bridget. I'm very pleased to meet you," Andrea said politely even though she was clearly taken aback by the appearance of the two girls standing next to each other. Li found the situation hilarious. The taller one was towering over the shorter one and they both had the exact same expression on their identical faces.
"I'm Jill and this is Jesse. We're the beaters for this team. May we inspect the equipment?" asked the taller one. The way she spoke was polite, but firm.
"We don't have any. I talked to the ministry and they said they don't have enough money to provide us with equipment," Andrea explained.
"Not enough money my arse," muttered Bridget.
"I'd have to agree with you there," Andrea said. "They can afford to buy new uniforms for the cheerleaders on the men's side and to build new sky boxes, but they don't have enough to get us equipment."
"We brought our own bats anyway and we should have some spare bludgers at home," Jill announced.
"I'll steal James' snitch," Li informed them.
"But I thought be played chaser?" Bridget asked curiously.
"Can you get him to autograph it for me?" Lisa gushed. Bridget whacked Lisa on the back of the head lightly and looked back at Li.
"He does play chaser, but his superiority complex makes him think he can play any position. He has several extra snitches which he uses to test his reflexes," Li explained.
"That's probably a good idea," Andrea commented.
"Let's go out and practice already, where's the coach?" Li asked.
"Um, we don't have one?" Andrea offered. "We were kinda counting on you training us since you've been in profession leagues before." Li sighed.
"Fine, let's just go." A blur rushed passed her.
"Hi, I'm here," the blur said. The person who was the blur quickly ran into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later only now in quidditch clothes. She was Asian. Li couldn't tell if she was Korean or Chinese or Japanese or something else, she'd never been good at identifying ethnic groups. She was lean. Her face still retained baby fat. Her dark hair was pulled off her face in a complicated do that made her face look chubbier compared to her thin childlike body. "Let's go already!" she yelled as if she was the one who had been waiting.
"Honestly, you're acting as if we were the ones who showed up late," Li said.
"Who do you think you are talking to me like that?"
"She's..." Andrea started.
"It doesn't matter who you are. Obviously you're just some wanna be. You'll never keep up with us. You were probably just assigned to our team cause you have a pretty face. That's what they want this team to be. It'll be like the Play Wizard girls playing Quidditch. They don't want us to actually play," the girl yelled.
"For your information I am not here just to "be a pretty face" as you put it. I'm here to play Quidditch and if you have a problem with that..." Li yelled.
"I do have a problem!" the girl shouted.
"An-mei! Calm down!" Bridget yelled. "Li didn't do anything to you."
"Li? You mean Li Evans? Where?" An-mei asked. She looked around.
"I'm Li you idiot," Li snapped. She glared at the Asian girl who was slightly less vertically challenged than Li was.
"Wait, Andrea, I thought you said that Li wasn't going to be on out team. Said some flower person was," An-mei protested.
"Don't tell me you didn't know her name was Lily? Honestly!" Andrea sighed.
"But you don't look like Li Evans," An-mei argued studying Li. "You don't look like a..."
"Guy?" Li supplied. "I've been too lazy to get a hair cut." She played with her hair which was now a few inches passed her shoulders.
"Oops," An-mei said. She blushed a deep shade of pink. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything I said. I'm just mad over something Mama said. I'm An- mei."
"I could have figured," Li muttered under her breath.
"Um, let's get out onto the field," Andrea said quickly hurrying everyone out.
And now for some tasteful trumpet jokes. (Can only be told cause I play trumpet) Q. How many trumpet players does it take to screw in a light bulb? A. 6. 1 to change the light bulb 5 more to stand around and say how much better they could have done it.
How trumpet players great each other, *holds out hand* "Hello, I'm Kate, I'm better than you." (to next person) "Hello, I'm Kate, I'm better than you." (BTW, my name is not actually Kate, I just picked it at random.)
What my section leader said to me, "What does this represent?" Me:... Him: "It represents ego. You play the trumpet because you have a big ego. The trumpet might not be as aerodynamic as the clarinet, but its heavier and better for hitting people."
On a day when a trumpet was absent. "He doesn't take up THAT much space." "No, but his ego does."
Sorry for lack of writing. I'm going through a bit right now. Not all of its bad, but a lot of it is really depressing me. My sister and I had this really great talk about fan fiction, reviews and such. She advised me to repost one of my comments and correct the grammar, but I'm not that mean. Well, I might be, but not at this moment. Now the person who left the comment is probably going to call me "Miss Bitch" again and yell at me and be mad because I was being overly hyper one night and added the instrument thing in my author's notes. I'm not overly sensitive about cursing or anything, I just think that when giving your opinion on something you shouldn't curse, especially on a site such as this which is meant to help writers improve. I do thank the person who left that comment for leaving a name for me to get back to if I really wanted. I probably won't here, but it adds validity, and I think it takes courage to do so. So many people hide behind anonymous and say really mean things. Then again many anonymousness are very supportive. Anyways, I never meant for anyone to be offended, so if we can put all of this behind us and move on it would be good.
Oh, BTW, one of the characters is gay. If this offends you severely, then sorry, but that's the way she turned out. She just can't think straight and she's calling in queer.
The field which Li walked onto was dilapidated. Li meant decrepit in the fullest sense of the word. It was lapis-stone and it was falling apart. It looked like a child's sand castle wall only with rocks. The lawn on which they were to play had weeds all over reaching about knee high.
"Oh hi!" called out a voice to Li. Li stopped her disgusted investigation of the field and turned to the voice. "It's beautiful isn't it?" That was said without any sarcasm. The girl to whom the voice belonged was short. She must have been half a head shorter than Li who barely made the tall side of average. The girl was also fat. Li could see the flab on her arm move as the girl waved. She also saw the girl was dressed to play quidditch and had her mouse brown hair pulled back in a practical ponytail.
"It's peachy," Li replied with heavy sarcasm.
"It's probably not as good as you've been used to," the girl apologized, "but it's a lot better than what we've been working with for the past five years."
"Excuse me?"
"Me and the girls. An-mei, Bridget, Lisa and I have been playing together for years. We used to play in the back alleys of Hogsmeade; to actually have a field is great.
"And you are?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm Andrea, Andrea Harris. It's an honor to meet you.... Li or Lily?" the girl said enthusiastically.
"Li."
"Ok, it's a shame with a pretty name like Lily, but I suppose Li is easier. Come on, I'll take you to meet the others." Andrea started off toward a door in the wall. Li had no choice but to follow.
They entered the room. It was like any other changing room Li had been in only with pictures everywhere. One section had pictures of quidditch teams, another had fashion models. Another had what appeared to be family photos. Yet another had pictures of famous writers and people Li didn't know. There were three more walls, but they were all blank.
"We all decorated a wall, you can claim any of the ones left," Andrea explained. A girl was in the locker room changing. She was tall and lean. Li suspected this girl must be anorexic with the little body fat she had on her. She looked like a supermodel. Her hair was a dirty blond and had gel in it to keep the curls in tact. Li wondered whether any would crack if she were to bend it the other way.
"So it's Li Evans?" the girl asked. Her speech was void of any hint of British accent. "I knew you were like a girl all along."
"You did not," said a voice from the showers. "You had pictures other as a him all over your bedroom and you cried for days when you found out." Someone else stepped into the room. This girl looked like a quidditch player. She was stocky and obviously well muscled and strong. She was dressed in a t-shirt and old jeans. Her chestnut hair was chin length, but the majority of it was pulled back and the girl was pinning the rest back so it wouldn't get in her face.
"BRID!" yelled the blond girl indignantly. "You know it's like not true!"
"Is too! I have the phone bill from you calling me to prove it. Sorry, you must excuse Lisa's manners and the fact that she's a pathological liar."
"AM not!"
"You are too, now be quiet. I'm Bridget Lewis by the way and that sorry excuse for a quidditch player is Lisa Smith."
"I can like whip your arse at quidditch like any day."
"Come on, we all know that keeper isn't a real position," Bridget teased. This seemed to be an old argument between them. Li could tell that she and Bridget would get along fine.
"Is too, you couldn't like block a um quaffle if your life like um depended on it."
"Well you couldn't shoot a quaffle straight if James Potter's life depended on it!" Bridget yelled back. "She has a major crush on him. It used to be you before she found out you were a girl."
"I can um remember SOMEONE'S girlfriend being very mad when you like said that Li was like damned fine when you found out she was like a girl."
"You know you just wanted to steal my girl," Bridget joked. "Oh, Li welcome to the team and when An-mei comes, I wouldn't mention parents. In fact, you probably shouldn't say anything except your name."
"Why?" Lisa asked.
"Don't you remember? An-mei got a howler from her mum," Bridget reminded her.
"It didn't sound bad," Lisa remarked.
"But you know how Mrs. Wong can be," Andrea said before remembering that Li didn't know Mrs. Wong. "An-mei's mum is a bit controlling to say the least." Bridget coughed and it sounded like "understatement of the year."
"And I wouldn't call her like any um nicknames. She got really mad at me when I like called her Mei. And don't like call her by like her Christian name," Lisa warned. Li looked at her blankly.
"Her Christian name is Theodora. She tends to hit the person who calls her that," Andrea explained.
"So you play seeker right? It's good to be a brilliant game. We're going to be playing our first game in about a month. It's going to be wicked fun playing against people who want to play rather than the bored girls at the café. It's all thanks to you we have a girls' side now. Andrea, An-mei and I graduated Hogwarts two years ago. We stayed in Hogsmeade trying to petition the ministry into creating a team for us. Unfortunately they didn't listen and we have to get jobs at the bookstore so we could stay and keep petitioning. The girls next door had been in our year so we challenged them to games. They never wanted to play though except for Lisa here who had just come from the US," Bridget told her.
"We chained ourselves to the doors until they allowed us to try out. They didn't want any one good on the teams cause they like wanted it to um die out before the whole girls' side like um got started," Lisa put in.
"We also refused to move until they got us proper uniforms and not just mini-skirts," Bridget commented.
"And for that I thank you," a new voice interrupted. "We wouldn't have been able to play in those types of things." The newcomer was the tallest of the group so far at about 180 centimeters (70.9 inches or almost 5 foot 11.) from what Li could tell. Her skin was coffee and cream color. She had deep brown eyes that were set in a cool expression. Her hair was black and bone straight. It reached her waist. She was skinny, but not supermodel so like Lisa. Her face was thin and angular.
"We?" Lisa asked predictably.
"My sister and I," the girl said. She stepped out of the doorway to reveal another woman. This second woman looked exactly the same. Their faces were the same down to the tightly drawn lips and the very hairs on their heads. Li was sure she would have mixed them up if it weren't for one very obvious fact. As one sister was exceptionally tall, the other was extremely short. She must have been about 130 centimeters (55.2 inches or 4 foot7.) Other than this they looked exactly the same in everyway. If they hadn't been standing next to each other Li would have thought she was seeing things.
"Hello, I'm Andrea, this is Li, the blond over there is Lisa and the other girl is Bridget. I'm very pleased to meet you," Andrea said politely even though she was clearly taken aback by the appearance of the two girls standing next to each other. Li found the situation hilarious. The taller one was towering over the shorter one and they both had the exact same expression on their identical faces.
"I'm Jill and this is Jesse. We're the beaters for this team. May we inspect the equipment?" asked the taller one. The way she spoke was polite, but firm.
"We don't have any. I talked to the ministry and they said they don't have enough money to provide us with equipment," Andrea explained.
"Not enough money my arse," muttered Bridget.
"I'd have to agree with you there," Andrea said. "They can afford to buy new uniforms for the cheerleaders on the men's side and to build new sky boxes, but they don't have enough to get us equipment."
"We brought our own bats anyway and we should have some spare bludgers at home," Jill announced.
"I'll steal James' snitch," Li informed them.
"But I thought be played chaser?" Bridget asked curiously.
"Can you get him to autograph it for me?" Lisa gushed. Bridget whacked Lisa on the back of the head lightly and looked back at Li.
"He does play chaser, but his superiority complex makes him think he can play any position. He has several extra snitches which he uses to test his reflexes," Li explained.
"That's probably a good idea," Andrea commented.
"Let's go out and practice already, where's the coach?" Li asked.
"Um, we don't have one?" Andrea offered. "We were kinda counting on you training us since you've been in profession leagues before." Li sighed.
"Fine, let's just go." A blur rushed passed her.
"Hi, I'm here," the blur said. The person who was the blur quickly ran into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later only now in quidditch clothes. She was Asian. Li couldn't tell if she was Korean or Chinese or Japanese or something else, she'd never been good at identifying ethnic groups. She was lean. Her face still retained baby fat. Her dark hair was pulled off her face in a complicated do that made her face look chubbier compared to her thin childlike body. "Let's go already!" she yelled as if she was the one who had been waiting.
"Honestly, you're acting as if we were the ones who showed up late," Li said.
"Who do you think you are talking to me like that?"
"She's..." Andrea started.
"It doesn't matter who you are. Obviously you're just some wanna be. You'll never keep up with us. You were probably just assigned to our team cause you have a pretty face. That's what they want this team to be. It'll be like the Play Wizard girls playing Quidditch. They don't want us to actually play," the girl yelled.
"For your information I am not here just to "be a pretty face" as you put it. I'm here to play Quidditch and if you have a problem with that..." Li yelled.
"I do have a problem!" the girl shouted.
"An-mei! Calm down!" Bridget yelled. "Li didn't do anything to you."
"Li? You mean Li Evans? Where?" An-mei asked. She looked around.
"I'm Li you idiot," Li snapped. She glared at the Asian girl who was slightly less vertically challenged than Li was.
"Wait, Andrea, I thought you said that Li wasn't going to be on out team. Said some flower person was," An-mei protested.
"Don't tell me you didn't know her name was Lily? Honestly!" Andrea sighed.
"But you don't look like Li Evans," An-mei argued studying Li. "You don't look like a..."
"Guy?" Li supplied. "I've been too lazy to get a hair cut." She played with her hair which was now a few inches passed her shoulders.
"Oops," An-mei said. She blushed a deep shade of pink. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything I said. I'm just mad over something Mama said. I'm An- mei."
"I could have figured," Li muttered under her breath.
"Um, let's get out onto the field," Andrea said quickly hurrying everyone out.
And now for some tasteful trumpet jokes. (Can only be told cause I play trumpet) Q. How many trumpet players does it take to screw in a light bulb? A. 6. 1 to change the light bulb 5 more to stand around and say how much better they could have done it.
How trumpet players great each other, *holds out hand* "Hello, I'm Kate, I'm better than you." (to next person) "Hello, I'm Kate, I'm better than you." (BTW, my name is not actually Kate, I just picked it at random.)
What my section leader said to me, "What does this represent?" Me:... Him: "It represents ego. You play the trumpet because you have a big ego. The trumpet might not be as aerodynamic as the clarinet, but its heavier and better for hitting people."
On a day when a trumpet was absent. "He doesn't take up THAT much space." "No, but his ego does."