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When Drum Majors Attack
I. Survivor
Once upon a time, in a little classroom, in a little high school, in a little hick town, there were six, count 'em six, drum major candidates who were ready to outplay, outlast and outwit their fellow candidates insert evil laugh here But only one could make it to the top, where one already stood waiting. They were recruited, brought in, briefed and subjected to all kinds of perilous feats. They conducted until their arms were weak with fatigue. They marched until they grew monstrous blisters upon the soles of their feet and could walk no longer. Their brains fried as band knowledge was drilled into their heads and they could endure no more. And worse, they were sworn to secrecy from the rest of their marching band subjects.
The first was a likely candidate. Happy and sparkling and jolly, and no... he was NOT Santa Clause. At first he was drawing further and further ahead. He had the other candidates shaking in their Dinkles. screaming in the background Until a fateful accident began his ultimate downfall. Literally. One tumultuous morning on the bands extremely hazardous expedition halfway across the country, through torrential storms and swirling tornados, he encountered an unforeseen meeting facedown with the floor. His knee was so brutally massacred that his overwhelming sense of joyousness escaped him and no longer could he feel flighty from his frolicking fury. Mind you, this is much to the delight of the other candidates, for he is now the weakest link. "Goodbye".
The second candidate was highly qualified as well. She had an amazing upper hand on the other candidates not only from being a crucial element of the low brass battalion for several years, but she could also steal the heart of any guy she wanted as easily as hitting an F on her tenor saxophone. All of the candidates of course were jealous of her blatantly obvious hold above them, and secretly they each willed for her terminal tribulation. One ominous afternoon she trudged into the band room not bothering to cover her sullen demeanor, the other candidates exchanged looks of befuddlement for this was completely out of the ordinary. It was only upon finding out that she would not be returning to school the following marching band season that each of them felt somewhat responsible for this event. While blubbering over the future loss of their beloved friend, they all wondered who would come out in supremacy.
The next contender was no new face to the eyes of He Who Judged. While she had been an imperative subject of the marching band for just under a decade now, she had also endeavored this task of drum major in the year previous to this. This was most certainly advantageous for her and not only did she know it, but so did the remaining candidates. Having the knowledge of how she was evaluated in the past gave her an extreme edge over her peers. Her marching was excellent, her conducting was brilliant, and her character was astounding. However when He Who Judged looked at her, all he could see was the "head of the flute regiment" and could not see the inner drum major in her. The other competitors were never made aware of this and saw her as a threat throughout the duration of the struggle to the top. The fourth candidate was as hopeful and as qualified as the next, for he too had many years of experience with the band. During the inquiries of band knowledge and the tutelage of a novice he showed to the rest of the group his self worth. He could feel the malignity in each of the five pairs of eyes every time he entered the room with them, but could see only merriment bestowed upon their faces. His running was strong and near to the top until judgment day arrived. He stepped up onto the scaffold and looked into the sea of eager faces. He began to flail his arms to the music while the loyal band subjects followed along when suddenly he found his arms disarranged. When he finished he stepped down in disheartened spirits for he realized that the likelihood of him conquering over all the others was highly improbable. Alas we arrive at the next competitor. It is now time for a little bit of background information, you see, there are ten years in a decade, three hundred sixty five days in a year, one hundred eighty days in a school year, and three hundred sixty days in a business year; it took seven days for the world to be created, but there is one, yes, only one, Week-s. Lucky for you, she never took a day to rest. Her commanding took on great enthusiasm and the other candidates feared that she would command them straight out of the competition without hesitating to bring them to a halt. Nevertheless she too underwent a hasty downfall for lurking in the shadows of her pride hid inexperience masquerading as confidence.
Remember that there were six candidates, thus bringing us to the last and final one. She had the other five worried from the very beginning. Her character outshined every single one of them and they were acutely aware of this. Humble, intelligent, considerate and mirthful she captivated the attention of He Who Judged in a manner which none of the others could begin to. They were incredibly envious but were careful not to show it for fear that it would pillage their chances at obtaining the title they were all striving for. By the final day of their treacherous trials each was certain that she had clenched the lead. They all tromped out to the field for their closing task when Candidate Number Six stepped up to give them commands. It took all they had in them to keep their mouths from gaping open as they all realized her weakness. Her voice was just hardly above a whisper as they listened intently to be sure they were receiving correct commands.
Each of the six were incredibly talented band members. They could all excel in whatever they put their minds to. It was only upon a lack of complete concentration (or a big ego) that they met their downfall. All knowing that each of them has messed up somewhere along the journey, they anxiously awaited hearing which of them had triumphed. They tossed and turned at night, they had lost their appetites, their fingernails had been chewed so far down they could hardly be seen. It would be a full agonizing fourty eight hours until they knew who had conquered.
When Drum Majors Attack
I. Survivor
Once upon a time, in a little classroom, in a little high school, in a little hick town, there were six, count 'em six, drum major candidates who were ready to outplay, outlast and outwit their fellow candidates insert evil laugh here But only one could make it to the top, where one already stood waiting. They were recruited, brought in, briefed and subjected to all kinds of perilous feats. They conducted until their arms were weak with fatigue. They marched until they grew monstrous blisters upon the soles of their feet and could walk no longer. Their brains fried as band knowledge was drilled into their heads and they could endure no more. And worse, they were sworn to secrecy from the rest of their marching band subjects.
The first was a likely candidate. Happy and sparkling and jolly, and no... he was NOT Santa Clause. At first he was drawing further and further ahead. He had the other candidates shaking in their Dinkles. screaming in the background Until a fateful accident began his ultimate downfall. Literally. One tumultuous morning on the bands extremely hazardous expedition halfway across the country, through torrential storms and swirling tornados, he encountered an unforeseen meeting facedown with the floor. His knee was so brutally massacred that his overwhelming sense of joyousness escaped him and no longer could he feel flighty from his frolicking fury. Mind you, this is much to the delight of the other candidates, for he is now the weakest link. "Goodbye".
The second candidate was highly qualified as well. She had an amazing upper hand on the other candidates not only from being a crucial element of the low brass battalion for several years, but she could also steal the heart of any guy she wanted as easily as hitting an F on her tenor saxophone. All of the candidates of course were jealous of her blatantly obvious hold above them, and secretly they each willed for her terminal tribulation. One ominous afternoon she trudged into the band room not bothering to cover her sullen demeanor, the other candidates exchanged looks of befuddlement for this was completely out of the ordinary. It was only upon finding out that she would not be returning to school the following marching band season that each of them felt somewhat responsible for this event. While blubbering over the future loss of their beloved friend, they all wondered who would come out in supremacy.
The next contender was no new face to the eyes of He Who Judged. While she had been an imperative subject of the marching band for just under a decade now, she had also endeavored this task of drum major in the year previous to this. This was most certainly advantageous for her and not only did she know it, but so did the remaining candidates. Having the knowledge of how she was evaluated in the past gave her an extreme edge over her peers. Her marching was excellent, her conducting was brilliant, and her character was astounding. However when He Who Judged looked at her, all he could see was the "head of the flute regiment" and could not see the inner drum major in her. The other competitors were never made aware of this and saw her as a threat throughout the duration of the struggle to the top. The fourth candidate was as hopeful and as qualified as the next, for he too had many years of experience with the band. During the inquiries of band knowledge and the tutelage of a novice he showed to the rest of the group his self worth. He could feel the malignity in each of the five pairs of eyes every time he entered the room with them, but could see only merriment bestowed upon their faces. His running was strong and near to the top until judgment day arrived. He stepped up onto the scaffold and looked into the sea of eager faces. He began to flail his arms to the music while the loyal band subjects followed along when suddenly he found his arms disarranged. When he finished he stepped down in disheartened spirits for he realized that the likelihood of him conquering over all the others was highly improbable. Alas we arrive at the next competitor. It is now time for a little bit of background information, you see, there are ten years in a decade, three hundred sixty five days in a year, one hundred eighty days in a school year, and three hundred sixty days in a business year; it took seven days for the world to be created, but there is one, yes, only one, Week-s. Lucky for you, she never took a day to rest. Her commanding took on great enthusiasm and the other candidates feared that she would command them straight out of the competition without hesitating to bring them to a halt. Nevertheless she too underwent a hasty downfall for lurking in the shadows of her pride hid inexperience masquerading as confidence.
Remember that there were six candidates, thus bringing us to the last and final one. She had the other five worried from the very beginning. Her character outshined every single one of them and they were acutely aware of this. Humble, intelligent, considerate and mirthful she captivated the attention of He Who Judged in a manner which none of the others could begin to. They were incredibly envious but were careful not to show it for fear that it would pillage their chances at obtaining the title they were all striving for. By the final day of their treacherous trials each was certain that she had clenched the lead. They all tromped out to the field for their closing task when Candidate Number Six stepped up to give them commands. It took all they had in them to keep their mouths from gaping open as they all realized her weakness. Her voice was just hardly above a whisper as they listened intently to be sure they were receiving correct commands.
Each of the six were incredibly talented band members. They could all excel in whatever they put their minds to. It was only upon a lack of complete concentration (or a big ego) that they met their downfall. All knowing that each of them has messed up somewhere along the journey, they anxiously awaited hearing which of them had triumphed. They tossed and turned at night, they had lost their appetites, their fingernails had been chewed so far down they could hardly be seen. It would be a full agonizing fourty eight hours until they knew who had conquered.