Nice, niiice... KEWL! LOL, I think I got vewy good possitive feedback on this lil ficlet, which means CONTINUE!! LUVIES TO MAH FELLOW BANDGEEKS:
Hiei's Dark Dragon Yeah... not many know about marching band unless you know me personally... I really love it now, though... that's so weird that we are so alike and stuff! Wahoo!
Karen Rhine SISSY! SISSY, YOU IZ ALIIIVVVEEE! glomps lol the current ones we have are Sally (he's a guy! Hee Hee) and that's really it... a lot of people call me "phyco" or "crazy" but that always happens... you gotta wait awhile... Oh yeah, people call Andy "Andew" and there's this funny joke about geese crap... uhh... that's later... lol
Vix17 Hee Hee... that's so funny with your section leader... ish he pretty? LOL, we have a BE-A-UTIFUL drumline... okay... I'm staring at Sally all the time and then there's Jordan and... uhm... yeah...
Thankies friends!
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Kewl
Chapter 2: Band Camp Pt. 2
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After two days of wandering through all the formations in the show (Everyone was shocked about how quick we all got it... I still say it's because us rookies were not total morons... cept me... I'm the kid that would've made honor role... if my average in math wasn't a 79. That sucks.) But anyway, I noticed something about Scott.
You see, I was very lucky. Mike was on my left during all the formations and Scott was to my right. They were helpful. Always were. They knew I was new. They knew I was stupid. Then two down was Jessie. Jessie and I instantly liked Scott as a person... but something was a little off...
I'll never forget, whenever we had gone to formation, there was always that one group (COUGH, COUGH trumpets COUGH, COUGH) that wouldn't quite get into place, so us closely-knitted saxes (Jessie's tenor included) would sit and chat, pull at the precious grass, and just laugh.
As usual, I had an AFI song stuck in my head, so I entertained myself by trying to do my best Davey Havok impersonation. I'm sure I was just murmering "I'll lay me down... I'll lay me... DoooWWWnnn..."
Then I thought of my hatred for what is MTV and Hilary Duff. I randomly screamed, "I HATE HILARY DUFF!"
Jessie nodded vigerously. "Yes!"
Then out of nowhere we heard:
"Aww... I like Hilary Duff..."
We jerked our heads. "WHAT?!"
It was Scott. He blushed. "I like Hilary Duff! Her songs are so sweet and fluffy! Why not? Do a crazy dance!"
That was just not what I had on my mind, which was goths, piercings, Davey Havok, and Kurama dressed all punk.
Doug looked at Scott and laughed, suddenly grabbing his trumpet and started to play "So yesterday/So yesterday" on his trumpet.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Scott laughed.
Jessie and I stared at each other, to Scott, and back to us. Then there were many other occurances...
One time we were going into the formations for "Hey Jude" and there's this one point that Scott is right next to Brent, a member of the drumline. Brent was a little too far from Scott and Scott started to say, in a rather... excuse my narrow-mindedness... gay voice, "Oh, you hate me!"
"No! I love you Scott!" was Brent's reply.
"Aww... you still hate me!" Scott continued.
Then there was the instance that he sang Toni Braxton...
...And then the time that he skipped...
...And the time he freaked when he stepped in geese poop...
...And the time he wore Mrs. A, the color guard lady's, sweater...
...and the time... oh who was I kidding?
Jessie and I were scared.
In fact, we drew a picture in computers (well, I did) of Scott with a Volcom shirt and a miniskirt. Over the Volcom shirt I made him wear a Hilary Duff World Tour shirt and made him look like he was wearing more make-up than a guy at a Cure concert. Oh how I regret Jessie putting that in her locker...
...sadly, it got a little hopeless. But that didn't really start until after bandcamp.
The rookies are taken in open arms in my school. I really think the older people enjoy watching people like me suck. They feel better about themselves. I was definetly taken in as the "little sister" of the group by the lower brass and saxs. So I always messed up, but no one really got mad.
Every two or three times an hour Walter would say "You look a little croocked, Donna... move over..." or Scott would say "Donna, back up. Kewl."
Kewl. What a messed-up word. How did I get into this?
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When band camp dawned on its last day, we knew we had to celebrate in style. We came up with the idea of a party-thing. The second to last day we had a bunch of sweets and things, then we had the real joy of... PIZZA!
We called my mom and she said she'd get us pizza. We waited outside. At first, it was five minutes.
"Where is your mom?" Lindsey asked, annoyed.
I waved my hand. "Cool it!"
"We shouldn't worry until a half an hour," Maura said firmly.
Ten minutes... I put on my new Rasmus CD.
"Hey, can I listen to that?" Jessie asked.
"Sure," I said, handing her my CD player.
Fifteen minutes...
"I'm hungry!!" Lindsey complained.
"I'm going and having a snack..." Anna grumbled.
Chris and his drumline mates nearly tackled the Domino's man when he came up to the door.
I grumbled. "Wait..."
"You should call her," Maura suggested.
I dialed her on my cell phone.
"I'm caught in a detour!"
I looked at everyone. "Detour."
She finally came and we chowed down.
After that, we wasted half the afternoon because the color guard had next to no show.
But it was all okay, because I had met the best bunch of guys you'd ever have to tolerate for a week.
The best bunch of guys to be crazy with.
The best bunch of guys to make mistakes with.
And when we all left for the last time from Band Camp, my first time feeling the cross lifting like some had have before, I laughed to myself.
"...Wow... I almost wanna go tomorrow..."
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Wai! Done! Time for you to go and review! Next chapter will be on our first game... in other words... "The game our team crushed the team without a marching band..."
Rock On,
Gabbi