And another Review! GO ME! the fact that I got two reviews from the same
person doesn't matter, only the fact that that person liked this stupid
story enough to come back to it. Which is pretty amazing considering that
I wrote it when I was coughing like a maniac and my nose was running like a
freaking sprinkler system (cold) anyway, notamonkey128, you rock! And of
course dear Falling Water, but since I talk to you every day and mention
you a lot....
"Crap, she suspects us!" Ashley hissed at the other four. "Now we are totally screwed!"
"And the worst part is, we had nothing to do with it!" Abbe said while glaring at Nicole who looked rather worried.
"I think I may have left my strawberry kiwi newtons in the case!" She moaned in agony. "Now what am I supposed to eat?" Ashley flung a string cheese at Nicole who ate it appreciatively.
"God you're easy," she muttered in disgust.
"What? How was I supposed to know that we were too poor to afford more than one bass drum?" She cried defensively with her mouth full.
"Well, whatever, we have to go with Conrad." Cassie said practically. "Jaimie, Nicole, Put you hoods up and don't look up. Then you won't be noticed." They obeyed, and everything proceeded quite smoothly. Cassie would have been very happy with the way everything turned out, except that she had a gnawing feeling of foreboding. Something bad was going to happen.
"Hey, why are you looking so grim?" someone asked from behind Ashley. She turned, only to be staring deep into Jaz's eyes Her, breath caught, her face reddened, and she found herself completely unable to form a halfway decent reply.
"Ummmmm.....Conrad......lost the drum....yeah," With her face burning, she turned and hurried to catch up with her friends.
Much later.... It was a hotel room. Anybody who was outside the door would think as much, but if they stepped over the threshold, they would be in for a nasty shock. She was no longer Mrs. Conrad, the tempermental, and generally moronic band instructor. She was Lord Darnoc, evil sorceress who wanted nothing more than to be the supreme band instructor of the WORLD! She had a difficult job ahead of her, but she was helped not by loyal and horny Knat, but by the snivelling red furred, not- quite-human Tank. At the moment, she was rather unhappy though, and Tank was scuttling around trying to make her comfortable.
"The bass is gone," she said thickly. "Without the bass, we have no power! I am powerless!"
"There there," said Tank soothingly. "We just have to think of a way to get back to the US, get our......um.....your drum, and come back here! Maybe the army could do it...." He broke off with a cry of pain when Darnoc got up and smacked him across the face.
"You FOOL!" She hissed. "Our army is only to be used when we are ready to strike! Do you honestly think that people are so stupid that they will not notice a giant group of brass instruments and batons getting on a plane?"
"Yes, yes, you're right of course. I'm sorry for my stupidity," Tank replied humbled.
"Good, Darnoc said satisfied. Now suck on my toes while I tell you of my plans." Tank bent eagerly to do so. "Now, It is rather a complicated story. Where to begin?"
"They weren't all that great when they started out. Would you believe that Abbe started in the sixth grade playing flute? She turned out all right by the end, but then she got her hair hacked off so she switched to the saxophone by the end of her seventh grade year. She took to that quite well, considering I didn't teach her a thing.
Good old Ashley. She started playing in her sixth grade year too. Nothing special. She took lessons from me until she was a freshman. She can play well when she's with other flutes, or otherwise in a no pressure situation. But she has a wonderfully sarcastic attitude. All three of them do, but she's more subtle about it. But that's beside the point. She can play the best sixteenth notes I've ever heard.
And then there's Cassie. She started in fourth grade. When she started, she didn't even know what way to hold her instrument. It was pathetic! But she made it to the end of the year, and when her instructor gave her an award, it boosted her confidence I think. Personally I don't think she deserved that trophy, but you can't win them all. Anyway, she started taking private lessons the next year, and her abilities skyrocketed.
Abbe and Ashley began to take lessons too. from the same guy. They all improved. I need to dispose of this man somehow. Because of him, those three are closer to fufilling their destinies and causing my destruction!"
"What are their destinies?" Tank asked stopping his sucking for a second.
"TO BECOME THE GREATEST PLAYERS OF THEIR INSTRUMENTS IN THE WORLD!" Darnoc cried. "They've also improved a great deal since they all became friends! And it is very bad that they are friendly with oneanother. They have the kinds of instruments necessary. When you put a clarinet, a flute, and a saxophone together, it creates a magic so great....I mean to say, you heard them when they played the Hallelujah Chorus together! It was breathtaking. They were responsible for the bass drum incident! I know it! They are becoming aware of their powers, and that must never happen. NEVER! If it does, they will overthrow me and be the good band leaders that they were born to be! They must also never discover the sacred land of Ecitcarp Moor, their rightful homeland, or Egarots Moor our land of doom. If they do, they will find the power to create their own army."
"And what do you intend to do with the enslaved percussionists?" Tank asked worriedly.
"They belong to me, because I have stolen their drumsticks. Those are their sources of power. Unless I give them back, they will remain my slaves FOREVER! They are no longer mortal. They serve me unwillingly, but faithfully." And thunder clapped as Lord Darnoc's laugh rang through the night. "In order to get rid of them, I will sell them. They will become slaves, and that will also provide you with the money to back to the states and get back our bass drum. When it is back in my possession, It will unleash the ultimate POWER!"
Another AN: Yeah, that got weird and demented very quickly. But my friends have been begging me to write a Darnoc/Tank story. Since you probably have no idea what I'm talking about I'll enlighten you.
Darnoc = Conrad backwards Tank = Knat backwards Egarots Moor = Storage room backwards (bad guy land) Ecitcarp Moor = Practice Room backwards (good Guy Land)
In band we say Darnoc and Tank so that we can make fun of the real people without them knowing we're talking about them. And then we all agreed that Darnoc sounded like an evil lord with tank as an odd sidekick. Very complicated inside joke. *awkward moment of silence* Happy Birthday to my friend whom Nicole is named after...YAY!
"Crap, she suspects us!" Ashley hissed at the other four. "Now we are totally screwed!"
"And the worst part is, we had nothing to do with it!" Abbe said while glaring at Nicole who looked rather worried.
"I think I may have left my strawberry kiwi newtons in the case!" She moaned in agony. "Now what am I supposed to eat?" Ashley flung a string cheese at Nicole who ate it appreciatively.
"God you're easy," she muttered in disgust.
"What? How was I supposed to know that we were too poor to afford more than one bass drum?" She cried defensively with her mouth full.
"Well, whatever, we have to go with Conrad." Cassie said practically. "Jaimie, Nicole, Put you hoods up and don't look up. Then you won't be noticed." They obeyed, and everything proceeded quite smoothly. Cassie would have been very happy with the way everything turned out, except that she had a gnawing feeling of foreboding. Something bad was going to happen.
"Hey, why are you looking so grim?" someone asked from behind Ashley. She turned, only to be staring deep into Jaz's eyes Her, breath caught, her face reddened, and she found herself completely unable to form a halfway decent reply.
"Ummmmm.....Conrad......lost the drum....yeah," With her face burning, she turned and hurried to catch up with her friends.
Much later.... It was a hotel room. Anybody who was outside the door would think as much, but if they stepped over the threshold, they would be in for a nasty shock. She was no longer Mrs. Conrad, the tempermental, and generally moronic band instructor. She was Lord Darnoc, evil sorceress who wanted nothing more than to be the supreme band instructor of the WORLD! She had a difficult job ahead of her, but she was helped not by loyal and horny Knat, but by the snivelling red furred, not- quite-human Tank. At the moment, she was rather unhappy though, and Tank was scuttling around trying to make her comfortable.
"The bass is gone," she said thickly. "Without the bass, we have no power! I am powerless!"
"There there," said Tank soothingly. "We just have to think of a way to get back to the US, get our......um.....your drum, and come back here! Maybe the army could do it...." He broke off with a cry of pain when Darnoc got up and smacked him across the face.
"You FOOL!" She hissed. "Our army is only to be used when we are ready to strike! Do you honestly think that people are so stupid that they will not notice a giant group of brass instruments and batons getting on a plane?"
"Yes, yes, you're right of course. I'm sorry for my stupidity," Tank replied humbled.
"Good, Darnoc said satisfied. Now suck on my toes while I tell you of my plans." Tank bent eagerly to do so. "Now, It is rather a complicated story. Where to begin?"
"They weren't all that great when they started out. Would you believe that Abbe started in the sixth grade playing flute? She turned out all right by the end, but then she got her hair hacked off so she switched to the saxophone by the end of her seventh grade year. She took to that quite well, considering I didn't teach her a thing.
Good old Ashley. She started playing in her sixth grade year too. Nothing special. She took lessons from me until she was a freshman. She can play well when she's with other flutes, or otherwise in a no pressure situation. But she has a wonderfully sarcastic attitude. All three of them do, but she's more subtle about it. But that's beside the point. She can play the best sixteenth notes I've ever heard.
And then there's Cassie. She started in fourth grade. When she started, she didn't even know what way to hold her instrument. It was pathetic! But she made it to the end of the year, and when her instructor gave her an award, it boosted her confidence I think. Personally I don't think she deserved that trophy, but you can't win them all. Anyway, she started taking private lessons the next year, and her abilities skyrocketed.
Abbe and Ashley began to take lessons too. from the same guy. They all improved. I need to dispose of this man somehow. Because of him, those three are closer to fufilling their destinies and causing my destruction!"
"What are their destinies?" Tank asked stopping his sucking for a second.
"TO BECOME THE GREATEST PLAYERS OF THEIR INSTRUMENTS IN THE WORLD!" Darnoc cried. "They've also improved a great deal since they all became friends! And it is very bad that they are friendly with oneanother. They have the kinds of instruments necessary. When you put a clarinet, a flute, and a saxophone together, it creates a magic so great....I mean to say, you heard them when they played the Hallelujah Chorus together! It was breathtaking. They were responsible for the bass drum incident! I know it! They are becoming aware of their powers, and that must never happen. NEVER! If it does, they will overthrow me and be the good band leaders that they were born to be! They must also never discover the sacred land of Ecitcarp Moor, their rightful homeland, or Egarots Moor our land of doom. If they do, they will find the power to create their own army."
"And what do you intend to do with the enslaved percussionists?" Tank asked worriedly.
"They belong to me, because I have stolen their drumsticks. Those are their sources of power. Unless I give them back, they will remain my slaves FOREVER! They are no longer mortal. They serve me unwillingly, but faithfully." And thunder clapped as Lord Darnoc's laugh rang through the night. "In order to get rid of them, I will sell them. They will become slaves, and that will also provide you with the money to back to the states and get back our bass drum. When it is back in my possession, It will unleash the ultimate POWER!"
Another AN: Yeah, that got weird and demented very quickly. But my friends have been begging me to write a Darnoc/Tank story. Since you probably have no idea what I'm talking about I'll enlighten you.
Darnoc = Conrad backwards Tank = Knat backwards Egarots Moor = Storage room backwards (bad guy land) Ecitcarp Moor = Practice Room backwards (good Guy Land)
In band we say Darnoc and Tank so that we can make fun of the real people without them knowing we're talking about them. And then we all agreed that Darnoc sounded like an evil lord with tank as an odd sidekick. Very complicated inside joke. *awkward moment of silence* Happy Birthday to my friend whom Nicole is named after...YAY!