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To Squiddie03, thank you so much for the compliments and support in making this possible.

To Amethyst eyed bas sclaninet, two bands is kinda wierd ,I agree, and I am definitely putting bass clarinet players in my story because they are so damn cool!:)

To Riley Cruce, thanks for the compliments, and yes I promise it will become marching band soon, because, lets face it, marching band is one of the many cool parts of band.

Thanks Again.

Disclaimer: I don't own band(sigh) or any of the names of music, things, or people. They belong to themselves of course. Names have been changed for privacy.

Chapter 2:

Provocations and Some Sugar Cubes

The band was a very high disciplined group who tolerated no horseplay, disrespect, or anything of the like from its students. Basically, you interupted once, forgot your instrument once, and was late twice (with a very long length of time inbetween). If you try and push your limit, you are out of band if the band director didn't feel like going easy on you. The only people he wanted in that band were the people who were going to behave and were giving it at least 130. He accepted nothing less. This was mainly because, as it turns out, it used to be a band with a very bad reputation, that is, until the current band director, Mr. Geraldo, came and spent the last ten years building this school's reputation. Now it is the most respected band in the city. He is not the type to allow a single day of slacking off ruin and destroy all that they have become.

"And that is why he uses the three strikes and your out of band method on his students."

It was third period in science. As it turns out Danny had most of my classes with me, so, bored as we all were at the time, he took this opprotunity to tell me the band's history. At my table was Abby, an oboe player, Jackie, a bass clarinet player, Deven, and of course Danny. We were all bored and in a sense, and a little hyper due to the large amounts of sugar cubes we ate before class. Deven had brought a box of them because he didn't know that sugar came in 3-D shapes(sigh). We ended up scarfing them down and getting sugar high. Jackie had been vibrating in the corner for some time listening to Ariel tell every tongue twister she knew. Deven couldn't hold still, and Danny and I had been talking nonstop. I had only known the four of them for a week, but we had come to become really good friends, especially Danny, Ariel, and I.

I wonder what would happen if it were more, I thought to myself, as I gazed at Danny from across my desk. He was so cool, and unstanding of me. I mean, most people just look at me like I'm crazy when I talk to or about my poltergeist, but he thought it was just something cool about me. Oh, how I could get lost in those enchanting eyes.....

I hurriedly shove the thoughts out of my head lest something glass on the shelf of flasks and beakers behind me breaks. Control, I coaxed myself. Remember, control.

Kind of hard to do when there is over a cup of fresh sugar coursing through your veins. I snapped myself back to reality and looked at Danny's face. At his eyes. You could lose yourself there.

"I'm glad I'm not one of the lackies," I said in response to his story. "I don't know what I would do without band." As I said this my knee reminded me of the sugar rush and was shaking uncontrollably. I placed both my hands on my knee in a futile attempt to stop my leg from vibrating. As predicted, it didn't work.

"You see that's just it. There are no lackies because they are either straightened out or simply replaced. I mean, of the thirty original trumpet players there are only fourteen left in the band." You could tell he truly loved what he was talking about. Music was life to him,as it was to me as well.

He looked into my eyes as he spoke these next words, totally calm as though serious and gentle with what he had to say. It was a moment I didn't want to end.

"I really don't know what I would do without band either." He flashed a smile my way and sort of let the moment sink in. He then glanced over at the now positivly giddy Deven and his expression changed to that of concern. "Dude, are we going to have to tranquilize you or what? We got band next and you can't be playing like that!"

"Ah but that's where you're wrong! I don't have band next, but you have band next!" He grinned maniacally and had one more sugar fit before finally calming down.

"What do you mean I have it and you don't?!? You didn't quit did you?" He was now up out of his chair and looking a Deven straight across from him, dead serious. Ariel and Jackie had stopped what they were doing and were listening attentively. As for myself, my heart had stopped, my jaw was dropped and I had finally stopped moving(victory dance) .

" You act as though I have just confessed murder!" He said at the sight of our stillness.

"Quitting band is murder!!!" Danny and I exclaimed in unision. We looked at each other a little surprised for a second before addressing the situation at hand once more.

"Please tell me that this is some sadistic prank you find funny when you are sugar high." I said this with a voice that plead, very subtly, agreement with a sarcastic twist.

A look of evasperation came across Deven's face. "Don't worry, I wouldn't quit band for the world. Honest. Actually you all are ones who are wierd under the influence of sugar. I have never had band fourth period because I am in Wind Ensemble not Symphonic band you sugar- addicted twits!!" He sat back in his chair and sighed.

Then, as if on cue, we all burst out laughing.

I hope you all are having fun over there, because the assignment is due in five minutes," our teacher, Ms. Bonilla, motioned to the clock above the door. "Class is about to end,"

Assignment? What assignment? I looked to the board and to my half boracho surprise(inside thing), some time amidst our our lolly-gagging and goofing off, she had written down textbook pages for us to do. The evilness of some teachers! I silently cursed to myself as I opened my textbook. grrrrrrrr.

"Psst!"

I looked up to see Ariel calling me. She had a devilish look on her face. I didn't know what to expect, except that it is going to be evil. I did not quite know how to take that.

"What?"

" Let Walter loose." I heard a giggle emit from the still hyper Jackie as Ariel said this. Apparently they had created some inside joke that only made sense to them at the time.

"Who the hell is that?"

"You know," she said this as though it were the easiest thing in the world.

"Your Walter Geist!!!" They both errupted into fits of giggles at this. I wasn't quite getting something here.

I looked at them and raised an eyebrow. Either the sugar had really gotten to them or they were just plain crazy. Did they think that I had control over my poltergeist? Did they even know what a poltergeist actually was?

"I can't control my poltergeist." I paused and then said, "You made up a nickname for him?"

"Yep. It fits don't you think? Too bad if you can't control him though." She moved a chair over next to me so that only she and I could hear what she said. I moved my long black hair out of the way so that she could whisper something in my ear.

"I think you have the serious HOTS for a certain someone."

"What the hell are you talking about!?!" I said in a loud whisper as she pulled away from my with a look of pure satifaction on her face. I turned red and tried to save myself from her sugar affliction.

"You've got no proof of that." I glanced over at Danny with a silent sigh.

"Besides, you know I wouldn't like someone if I've only known them for a week!" My voice was at normal noise level by now and my hands were clammy. I did not want to get into this kind of conversation with her. Especially now. She has got a mind like a steel trap when it comes to finding out your deepest secrets. Especially when she has you in her net.

Like I was now.

"Okay then. So you mean to tell me that that wasn't a moment you two had just now?" She could be so evil at times. Mental note, I thought to myself, no sugar for Ariel unless I have a few tranquilizer darts and a straight jacket on hand.

"What do you want from me!?"

CRASH!

I spun around.

BAM!

"I rest my case." She calmly sat back down in her original seat with a look of triumph on her face.

Grrrrrr, Ariel. I swore to myself. I'm going to get you for that one.