Yay I already have a review!! Keep reviewing please; it gives me the drive
I need to write more parts.
Around 8:26 I walk back into the band room, having survived my Spanish class. I look around at all the people who are already there, in other words people who don't have their 1st period class across campus. I gaze up at the whiteboard and at the "Fear the wrath of Red Ben" written in big letters with red pen. I sigh and shake my head, muttering about how Chris really should give that a break.
I make my way to the band lockers at the back of the room, walking around all the chaos that is the HBHS concert band getting ready to play. They really need to put more room back there; the percussionists take all the space and don't leave any for people to walk through. I manage to get to the band locker area, only to have to dodge more people, including Brian and Danny. I say my customary hi to Danny, who just nods and barges through with his bass clarinet. I get to the end of the band lockers, and am about to turn into the aisle that my trumpet is located in (AN: at my school the band lockers are all in a big room with a couple of aisles), only to find that the guitar people left their cases all over the floor AGAIN!!!! As I silently fume over the stupidity of the guitar players (no offense guys, but you really need to keep things neater for us bandies) I manage to weave my way through and get my trumpet.
Yes! Now I have my trumpet, and I just need to get back through. This is more of a challenge then getting to my trumpet because all the later people are now straggling in. This means that the band locker area has now become I-5 in rush hour. In other words nobody's really moving that fast. I barge my way through and manage to make it to my seat. A few moments later Chris sits down next to me, and we talk while we get out our instruments. I wave hi to the other Kris and Megan as they walk by and take a glance down the section. I can't help but feel smug as I see all of them below me, although I know I'd rather have Chris one chair higher than me. Mr. Sodano then steps onto the platform (well, he would. But now he's gone. Boo-hoo) and Sarah yells at everyone to shut up. I silently curse her for being such a bitchy person, and get ready to warm up. However it's still not quite, and now Rachel chimes in with a shut up. Apparently she can't let Sarah take all the glory.
We survive through the warm ups, with minimal stops, and Mr. Sodano points at tuba boy to start tuning (AN: While Mr. Sodano was with us, he would never call Brian by his name. He'd always call him the Tuba, or Tuba). Then the low brass joined in, and the bass clarinets. Then us trumpets did, and the out-of-tuneness made me cringe. So Sodano has us fix it, and manages to get the rest of the band in tune. However it's taken about a half hour and we now have 25 minutes left to play, which leaves some of us with very high tempers, cause now we'll probably play till the bell rings. And I have another class across the campus after this, which means I'll have to run again. Maybe I should consider going out for track.
But anyway we now manage to make it to the fun part of band, which is playing music. Yay! Of course Chris takes this time to make a joke, so I quickly smack him upside the head, and he laughs. This brings Justin into play, who quickly starts comparing this music to Evergreen's. That's it, I can't take it anymore. I smack him upside the head as well, much to the delight of Chris and Sheena who couldn't take it anymore either. They leave all the matters of hitting to me, cause they know I'm in charge. So then he settles down, and we begin playing.
While in the middle of a bunch of rests, I look across the room to see Ben watching me. Ugh, he really gives me the creeps. He's always trying to talk to me, and flirt with me, and...just ugh. I think he's actually a stalker or something. Anyway, I look over at the baritones, who once again have lost their place in counting. Since they come in at the same time we do, I hold up my fingers to show them where we are. They nod and go back to counting, only to get lost again seconds later. I sigh and mutter about how they really need to go back to kindergarten if they can't even count to 4. Then Sodano stops us, realizing that he forgot to tune the piccolo. Talk about the most inopportune time, cause now he's going to tune Sarah to me, and...yep. The noise is unbearable. Even Chris is cringing and he's a junior. You'd think he'd be used to it. Now we only have like 5 minutes, so Sodano tells us he'll see us tomorrow, and we all pack up our instruments.
Now once again I have to brave the amount of people who are all trying to get into the band locker room at once. I'm wondering how the heck no one has yet to get stuck in the door. I manage to put my trumpet away, and make my way towards the front of the room to talk to Chris, who reminds me of the pep band game we have that night. I say thanks, and leave towards my math class as the bell rings, thinking of how I really hate to leave.
Well the next of this story will be Pep Band! Whoo-hoo! Go Eagles!! Hey, our sports teams might suck, but that's why the band's there. And at least we don't have to worry about the opposing team having their band there, cause it isn't allowed! Please R/R.
Around 8:26 I walk back into the band room, having survived my Spanish class. I look around at all the people who are already there, in other words people who don't have their 1st period class across campus. I gaze up at the whiteboard and at the "Fear the wrath of Red Ben" written in big letters with red pen. I sigh and shake my head, muttering about how Chris really should give that a break.
I make my way to the band lockers at the back of the room, walking around all the chaos that is the HBHS concert band getting ready to play. They really need to put more room back there; the percussionists take all the space and don't leave any for people to walk through. I manage to get to the band locker area, only to have to dodge more people, including Brian and Danny. I say my customary hi to Danny, who just nods and barges through with his bass clarinet. I get to the end of the band lockers, and am about to turn into the aisle that my trumpet is located in (AN: at my school the band lockers are all in a big room with a couple of aisles), only to find that the guitar people left their cases all over the floor AGAIN!!!! As I silently fume over the stupidity of the guitar players (no offense guys, but you really need to keep things neater for us bandies) I manage to weave my way through and get my trumpet.
Yes! Now I have my trumpet, and I just need to get back through. This is more of a challenge then getting to my trumpet because all the later people are now straggling in. This means that the band locker area has now become I-5 in rush hour. In other words nobody's really moving that fast. I barge my way through and manage to make it to my seat. A few moments later Chris sits down next to me, and we talk while we get out our instruments. I wave hi to the other Kris and Megan as they walk by and take a glance down the section. I can't help but feel smug as I see all of them below me, although I know I'd rather have Chris one chair higher than me. Mr. Sodano then steps onto the platform (well, he would. But now he's gone. Boo-hoo) and Sarah yells at everyone to shut up. I silently curse her for being such a bitchy person, and get ready to warm up. However it's still not quite, and now Rachel chimes in with a shut up. Apparently she can't let Sarah take all the glory.
We survive through the warm ups, with minimal stops, and Mr. Sodano points at tuba boy to start tuning (AN: While Mr. Sodano was with us, he would never call Brian by his name. He'd always call him the Tuba, or Tuba). Then the low brass joined in, and the bass clarinets. Then us trumpets did, and the out-of-tuneness made me cringe. So Sodano has us fix it, and manages to get the rest of the band in tune. However it's taken about a half hour and we now have 25 minutes left to play, which leaves some of us with very high tempers, cause now we'll probably play till the bell rings. And I have another class across the campus after this, which means I'll have to run again. Maybe I should consider going out for track.
But anyway we now manage to make it to the fun part of band, which is playing music. Yay! Of course Chris takes this time to make a joke, so I quickly smack him upside the head, and he laughs. This brings Justin into play, who quickly starts comparing this music to Evergreen's. That's it, I can't take it anymore. I smack him upside the head as well, much to the delight of Chris and Sheena who couldn't take it anymore either. They leave all the matters of hitting to me, cause they know I'm in charge. So then he settles down, and we begin playing.
While in the middle of a bunch of rests, I look across the room to see Ben watching me. Ugh, he really gives me the creeps. He's always trying to talk to me, and flirt with me, and...just ugh. I think he's actually a stalker or something. Anyway, I look over at the baritones, who once again have lost their place in counting. Since they come in at the same time we do, I hold up my fingers to show them where we are. They nod and go back to counting, only to get lost again seconds later. I sigh and mutter about how they really need to go back to kindergarten if they can't even count to 4. Then Sodano stops us, realizing that he forgot to tune the piccolo. Talk about the most inopportune time, cause now he's going to tune Sarah to me, and...yep. The noise is unbearable. Even Chris is cringing and he's a junior. You'd think he'd be used to it. Now we only have like 5 minutes, so Sodano tells us he'll see us tomorrow, and we all pack up our instruments.
Now once again I have to brave the amount of people who are all trying to get into the band locker room at once. I'm wondering how the heck no one has yet to get stuck in the door. I manage to put my trumpet away, and make my way towards the front of the room to talk to Chris, who reminds me of the pep band game we have that night. I say thanks, and leave towards my math class as the bell rings, thinking of how I really hate to leave.
Well the next of this story will be Pep Band! Whoo-hoo! Go Eagles!! Hey, our sports teams might suck, but that's why the band's there. And at least we don't have to worry about the opposing team having their band there, cause it isn't allowed! Please R/R.
