Chapter 2: It Begins
BAND! My most favorite class of the day! I can be laze, care free, and do what ever I want! And its SUCH and EASY class!! That's what everyone thinks band is! HA! Yeah right! Ok so it IS my favorite class of the day, but you can't be lazy or care free in band! And it is NOT easy, you have to put a lot of hard work and dedication in it! You have to be alert and hard working…oh I'm straying from the story topic again…trying to get back on topic…
As I said, 3rd period is band, and band means marching, because it is marching season. You still with me? Ok so as I usually did, I got to band, grabbed my instrument, set book, and music, and outside I went! Another hours worth of marching and working on music for us! Although we did break up for a twenty minuet sects ((pronounced "sex"...and wipe that smirk off your face! lol...yeah I know "One time at band camp..." don't EVEN go there!! …Mind you that sects is our 'band peeps' abbreviation for sections. It sounds like your saying "sex" when you say it haha)) So then we did all the usual stuff. Until a certain "few" people couldn't keep in step! So Mr.B (aka Mr. Boomer our band director…not field commander our field commanders are Drew and Genial..) got out the…. [bum bum bum] METRONOME!!!!
As he got it out and plugged it into the loudspeaker, gasps went around the band and comments like:
"Oh no not the metronome!"
"Ahhh hide me!" or
"Is he trying to kill us or make us go mentally insane!?" were heard. As he turned it on, you could see even he cringed as the beepbeepbeep began. That certainly drove us to march in step and in time until everyone's feet hit exactly beat for beat to the metronome. Each time the metronome went beep our foot hit right on the beat, which meant that Mr. B would turn off the evil Dr. Beat! And it was! As Mr. B hit the off switch to the metronome, small cheers went up around the band. At the same time, the bell, signaling the end of band, rang.
The rest of my day was o so dandily…BORING! Just the usual algebra I didn't understand, English that made my head spin, reading that flew over my head with big words, technology…wasn't so bad, lunch…yes social hour! ((woot! ok so its not really a class but oh well! [weird smile] ))…, and the end of school. I was glad to get out! I literally sprinted out of my eighth period class, plowing Mrs. Bearinger out of the way to get out of the classroom, causing another "I'm going to hurt you" look form a teacher. I was in just so much of a hurry to get home. Of course I only got about four hours of "free" home time, then it was back to school. ((yes only four because I had a lot of homework!! And I finished all of it...er...most of it...er...yeah! [nervous laugh] )) No I didn't have detention, I had a date with band. After school, Monday night, band practice. Also, every day after school, the sprinkler systems are turned on, which makes the grass nice and slippery wet for us to march on! Super fun for us to march! ((you play the ever dotty game of march and try not to slip and fall!… much fun haha! But it is funny to see someone march and then go [splat] on their butt! hehe))
To make things easier, for practice, we left out the pit instruments during band that morning. Since we knew the sprinklers were turned on every night, we covered up the instruments, and were supposed to cover the metronomes, but somehow, we forgot! ((Now remember back to science when I dumped the chemicals down the drain? I'd forgotten the reason we weren't supposed to dump chemicals down the water drain was because those pipes ran into our school sprinkler system, which in turn was directed to our practice band field. So when the school sprinkler was turned on…I guess my lovely chemical mixture came out instead of water. So I think maybe that's what started this whole mess…anyways back to the story…)) I had gotten a late start again that evening.
So I was late, again, for band ((another five minuets...hehe....I really need to get a watch! [sweat drop]...)). Looking at the clock I scrambled to my closet grabbed my coat, shoved on my shoes, and sprinted out the door screaming "bye mom, bye dad going to band!" as I left. I then sprinted over to the school. Upon reaching the school this time, I didn't hear the metronome! Either everyone was in step…or I was missing something! So I went inside to get my instrument. It was empty in the band room, strange, but then again not strange. I grabbed my instrument and went out to the stadium field, where we were having practice that night.
The sight I saw was horrid! Band members were everywhere, running slipping, sliding, trying to get away from…what!? No way!? How can that be? They were being chased by what looked like…METRONOMES! 'NO WAY! This isn't real! I'm flipping! How can this be!?' I thought to myself! This just couldn't be real!
It wasn't possible! It was just wrong! Before I could figure it out, the cursed metronomes too were chasing me. It was strange, they had no face or face features…they were about our size and looked mostly like metronomes, only they had legs and feet…how confusing this was! I couldn't figure out how any of this could happen…or that no one was coming out to see what all the commotion was! Then again strange things happen a lot in our small town. So the battle went on, ok so more of the chase went on. Screaming at the top of my lungs I said, "Come on we need a plan! Group together! It's us against them! We have brains we can outsmart them!" ((I still haven't figured out why I did that....[sigh]...just seemed right at the moment, I guess =P )) So we all grouped together and built a trench behind our pit instruments. They did likewise behind a barricade of metronomes! ((gahh! this is NOT happening! What a nightmare! MOMMY!!!....eep))