Did you think I'd decide not to continue such a good fic? *Sassy Pants *my black kitty* slaps me for being so conceited* Well, sorry for the long wait, I've been in a pissy mood with my computer cause he hates me. We'll soon be getting a divorce. Yes, well, thankers times eleventy billion for all the fabulous reviews! My responses:
sNApPlE: French horns do rock *we don't have any in our marching band though*, but Tenor Saxes are the bomb baby! And sorry for this chapter being VERY late.
Mythicas Iris: Flutes are also cool and thanks for your opinion.
amberluvron: Please e-mail me a link to that website because I tried typing it in on the address bar thingy and it sent me to this weird search engine thingy. Thankers in advanced!
Sue H: Don't worry, I'm definitely gonna keep this fic going.
Becky Lucinda: I should get my buddy, the flute player, Shaquora, on your case for killing your flute. That's not a very nice thing to do to such a nice instrument, 'cept for Bootlegged, he died of natural causes though. *That was Shaquora's first flute, he was a baaad little flute, but her new flute, Flutey, is a little angel* But despite your evil actions towards flutes, I'll give you all the ¾ goodness you and everyone else wants. (How did your flute deserve it anyways?)
On with the fic!
~*Chapter 3*~
~*Everybody's
got their problems
Everybody says the same things to you
It's just a matter how you solve them
And knowing how to change the things you've been through*~
After I woke up, the rest of my day went very fast until dreaded marching band started again. It wasn't really dreaded anymore, since Max was there. I called Kuki to make sure her mom was picking me up and driving me practice. (My dad was at work) I waited for 5 minutes for them to come. Thankfully, I left my sax at school, so I wouldn't have to carry it around. Once the doorbell rang, I opened the door to see my best friend's bright and shining face.
~*I feel I've come to realize
How fast life can be compromised
Step back to see what's going on
I can't believe this happened to you
This happened to you*~
"Hey Kuki," I said. "Hi Abby! Come on, we're gonna be late," she said, grabbing my hand and rushing me into her car. "Hi Abby," Mrs. Sanban said to me once we got in the car. "Hi," I said. "Come on, Ma, we're gonna be late!" Kuki said. "Ok, ok, it's not a big deal, Kuki. You just want to see your boyfriend," Mrs. Sanban said. "Well…yeah," Kuki said and giggled.
~*It's just a problem that I'm faced with am I
Not the only one who hates to stand by
Complications that are first in this line
With all these pictures running through my mind*~
I rolled my eyes. I was glad Kuki was so happy, but I was…jealous. She's had the same boyfriend for a year and a half. They were perfect together. I always knew they'd be a couple one day, even when we were only 10 and in the Kids Next Door. I remember the first day we met Wallabee; she wouldn't shut up about him afterwards. Hoagie told me he wouldn't shut up about her either. Hell, it was love at first sight. They'll probably even get married someday. I wish things were like that with Max and I, but that's pretty unlikely. Before I could think more, we arrived at school.
~*Knowing endless consequences
I feel so useless in this
Get back, step back, and as for me,
I can't believe.*~
"Come on! You're late!" Wally said in his thick Australian accent, as usual, as Kuki and I got out of the car. "I know, Abby here was too slow," Kuki said. "Whatever," I said. "Hey kids," Mr. Wolfe said, "get your folios and poker chips." "Folios?" Kuki asked. "Poker chips?" I asked. "I'll explain, even though you would have HEARD it if you weren't LATE!" Wallabee said. "Just tell us," Kuki and I said together. "Ok, you use the poker chips to mark you quordinates on the field and you use the folios to hold your music up while you're marching. You need to buy a lyre to hold it on to your instrument and, guess what Kuki? THEY DON'T MAKE THEM FOR FLUTES!" Wally said as he began to laugh evilly. "Damn," Kuki said. "So, where do you get the folios?" I asked. "Over there at the folio cabinet, duh!" Wally said as he pointed directly where Max was. The second I saw him, I melted like a handful of M&Ms in Don Vito's (fat dude on Via La Bam, great show, new season coming soon) hand on the hottest day of the century. "Come on, let's go get them," Kuki said as she grabbed my hand and ran with me to the folio cabinet. Max just lifted up his base drum onto his chest and left. I looked for my folio number on the sheet taped on the wall next to the cabinet. I was number 43. I got my folio and all the other music and quordinate sheets. I had no idea we had other songs than the Clash songs we were already playing. We also had to play 'Everybody Wants Something' (From Degrassi, another good show, don't care what anyone says, new season coming as soon as the-n has finished torturing us viewers) 'Rock This Town' and 'The Star-Spangled Banner.' 'Just more work,' I thought to myself. I went over to Mr. Wolfe's desk and picked up three poker chips. I walked outside to find the rest of the marching band, including the 3 older grades, figuring out their first step on the field. Along with the folio, I had a quordinate sheet for 'Train in Vain.' I had to be truthful after staring at the sheet for about one minute. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. So I went up to an older girl who also played tenor sax. She was one of the only four people in my school who did. Such a sad thing for such a great instrument.
~*Part of me, won't agree
Cause I don't know if it's for sure
Suddenly, suddenly
I don't feel so insecure*~
"Hi, I'd hate to bug you, but could you help me find my spot on the quordinate sheet thingy?" I asked. "Sure," she said with a smile, "I was confused with that stuff back when I was a freshman, too. By the way, my name's Pauline." "Cool, my name's Abby," I said. "So, what does your sheet say?" Pauline asked. "Line 4 B, 3 behind hash, 5 left," I said. "Ok, first of all, A and B are the right and left sides of the field. So B is on the left," Pauline said as I followed her to the left side of the field, "And then the 4 part is the line marked 4, of course. The hash mark is that weird rubber thingy over there. 3 is the number of foot steps you make behind the hash mark. Once you get there, make 5 steps towards the left." "Thanks," I said, finishing my last two steps. "No prob," Pauline said. "Ok, is everybody ready?" Mr. Wolfe asked with his clip-on mike on full blast. Everyone mumbled, "Whatever." "Ok, Josh, you take it from here." "Band! Attend hut!" Josh said. "Hut!" everyone said as they put both feet next to one another. "Horns up!" Josh said as everyone put their horns up, except for the drummers, they can't because…never mind. "Mark time! March!"
~*Part of me, won't agree
Cause I don't know if it's for sure
Suddenly, suddenly
I don't feel so insecure
Anymore*~
Everyone began marching, lifting their left foot up following the right one. This is where the hell began. After playing about one measure of the song, we had to find our next spot. It took up two hours of the practice to find just 5 out of the 8 spots. By that time, every one was extremely frustrated and just wanted to go home. But alas, the dreaded inside practice occurred. At 8:00 we went inside the band room, like symphonic band, and we'd practice the music. Also like symphonic band, it went on forever. When Mr. Wolfe finally declared that class was over, I eagerly packed up my saxophone and went over to put it away. While I went to the lower brass cupboard thingy, which also happened to store the marching band drums, I saw Max. He was putting his base drum away, lifting it up to the top. His shirt lifted with him, showing his dark-blue plaid boxers. I wouldn't be surprised if I was drooling. I ignored my perverted thoughts and went ahead to put my saxophone away. After that, Wally asked me if he could use my cell phone to call his parents. This was the first time he did it, but little did I know he would do it every single freaking night of marching band, but we'll get to that later. After that, my dad drove Kuki and me home. No, I didn't fall asleep like I did last time. I waited until I arrived home. Once I did, I had the most killer dream about Max.
~*Why do things that matter the most
Never end up being what we chose
Now that I find no way so bad
I don't think I knew what I had*~
~*Warning: Dream Sequence, NOT REAL!*~
I was on my computer, as usual, IMing this person I met online. We were just talking about random things, as usual, when the doorbell rang. I expected my dad to answer it, which he did. The person who happened to be at the door was Max. My dad asked him, "Why are you here with the doorbell ringing and the waiting and the disturbing and the…?" "I'm here to see Abby," Max replied. "Oh, Abigail's on the computer with the typing and the clicking and the sitting," my dad said, "you look like a nice young man. Would you like some cookies?" "Sure," Max said. So Max was sitting at my kitchen table, munching on one of my dad's famous chocolate chip cookies. My dad, being himself, got all wrapped up in telling Max embarrassing stories about me that he forgot to tell me Max was waiting for me. Because of this mistake, Max got angry and left. The next day at marching band practice, he yelled at me, saying I stood him up when I didn't even recall making a date. I told him that I didn't remember asking him out, but he didn't believe me. The next day, he forgave me and kissed me in front of everyone. So we all lived happily ever after, and then I woke up.
Yes, well, the end of yet another chapter. Many more to come. I'm so sorry this one was so late, I'll try to get the next one up as soon as possible. Review or else, flames are accepted and will be used to roast anything that pisses me off in the next week. Ciao! ~*numbuh4lpluva*~