This is not a fan fiction per say, but a drabble about the marching band I am in and its events. It may not interest many, but if you are a true band geek/fan. Please try and read it. It may not be humorous and probably will drabble on, you have been warned.
Band Camp.
You know how everyone jokingly says "This one time at band camp…blah blah blah." Well the real band camp is sort of like that. True, most band people are a bunch of perverts (but that's mainly in the brass section Woo go brass!) but we still are smarter than the average ditzy cheerleader. People come away from the two weeks with several stories to tell to laugh at or just raise an eyebrow in suspicion.
For example, we have this assistant band director called Mr. S (for privacy). Now, Mr. S is a pretty cool guy but some of the things that 'spontaneously' happen to him are kind of strange and…..gross. He is really pale and has really sharp incisors, so I sometimes think of him as a vampire. Last year before we won the right to represent Arizona in the Fiesta Bowl, we were a band camp. Everyone had just finished running a lap when Mr. S comes to the track wearing a very small T-shirt from his high school days(btw he has a gut so it made it worse) and short shorts. When I mean he is white I mean it, a guy like that should be put in jail for wearing that short of pants. . He tries to exit the field and succeeds in ripping the shirt on the chain link fence. Oh you should have seen the reactions of the girls. I quote " OMIGOD HE IS SO WHITE!! EWWWWWWWWWWW" end quote. Our band director handed him a flag to cover himself up. That is all I shall say about that incident.
About our band director, Mr. W is an awesome guy. He watches Monty Python ( as does 99.9999 of the band) and is lovingly nicknamed "El Diablo" (The Devil) by the English department. It is true, he looks extremely evil when he smiles. He is a percussionist and thus is very, very odd. He and Mr. S joke back and forth a lot. This one time Mr. W was bored and put Skittles® in Mr.S's saxophone. The vibrations caused by Mr. S when he played caused the little sugary candies to rattle. So, he dumps it out on the band room floor, picks them up and eats them. And caused the shocked reactions of students. If you are not familiar with the band room, then here is something new, you never ever eat something off of that floor. Dare I say what is on it? Dirt, lots of bacteria, grass(from the field) and spit from instruments. Ok ok so it was in concert season but still…
I believe Mr. S retaliates by leaving his breakfast on the desk for several days. It starts to ferment and smells horrible. Hmmm, what else can I say about the band? Let's see, something good. This year at Bank One Ballpark in Phoenix, AZ on 12-30-04 the Lionhearts Marching Band shall compete in the Fiesta Bowl's "Battle of the Bands". Meanwhile, today we complained about being cold, tired, and wanting the season to end. The band is losing its fire, and it hurts. As a veteran of the band, it is an awful thing to compare the band which won the right for the completion (we won it in 2003 for the right to perform this year if you haven't gotten that yet) 03-04 and this year's band 04-05. That's all I can really say for now. Someone help me to bring back the band. I might continue if anything exciting happens.
-- ::sighs:: I need serious help. Flame it, review it. JUST DO SOMETHING!