Yay!!! I already have 6 reviews!!! I'm so happy!! Thank you to all who
reviewed so far! Now it's time for the next installment.Pep Band!!!!!! This
will be done in two parts.pep band: basketball season, and pep band:
football season. Since it's currently the middle of basketball season, I'm
going to do that first. I will do football season afterwards.
So it's now the evening of the pep band basketball game, and I'm extremely siked. It's the first game of the season we play at, and of course everyone's going to be there. Everyone besides like half the band(AN: During football season it is required that the entire band be there, while during basketball season, the pep band is a group of people who volunteer). So I happily pull on my band sweatshirt, which I already wear almost everyday, and gather up my trumpet and folder of pep band tunes. You know, the basic stuff like Louie Louie, Hey Baby, Great Balls of Fire.stuff like that. I rush out to the car, yelling after my mom to hurry up. Five minutes later we're on our way to the school, and I'm bouncing happily.
We arrive at the school, and my mom drops me off with some money and delivers the traditional "have a good time, sweetie!" speech. I go in the band room, and I see several of my friends already there. Justin's warming up on insanely high scales, just to show all the rest of us that he can. I call to him and say he can stop now, since everybody already knows that he can get really high. "Show off," I mutter to myself. I pull out my trumpet, and begin to warm up on scales LOWER than high Cs above the staff. I look around and absent-mindedly start counting the number of people here. Hmm.one, two, three, four.what comes after four? j/k. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Hmm, ten people. That's 3 more then the max last year. (AN: the most people we've ever had sign up for pep band during the basketball season and actually show up is about 10 or 11.although I think we got 15 once.almost all of them trumpets.) Just then my good buddy Chris comes over to me. I say hello excitedly, and he replies with his usual "Yo!" He then comments on how excited I am, and I reply that he shouldn't worry, by third quarter (our break) I'll be tired as heck. He shrugs, and we warm up and talk for a little while. Then Mr. Voakes tells us all to start down to the gym, and on the way I run into Sheena, and her friend Charity. We then come up with this insane scheme to deck out Justin's band locker in orange and black (he's a major ducks fan, and orange and black are beaver colors hee hee). So we quickly dash into the supply room, and grab some orange butcher paper. We then run back to the band room and stash it in Sheena's band locker. That will turn out to be a lunch project.
We all are finally in the gym, and we sigh with content. The first game of the season. The squeaky gym floor, the rickety bleachers.how we all missed those. Okay, so that's going a little bit overboard, but hey, it could happen. We sit down and cheer as our HBHS Eagle Varsity Guy's Basketball team comes out (On nights where it's a girl's game, we don't really cheer since there aren't that many people). Mr. Voakes then tells us to pull out a song. Which song Mr. Voakes? I couldn't hear.Justin was bragging about Evergreen too loud again. Heh heh.just kidding Justin. Upon finding out that the song is soul man (oi vey...the one song we can't play), and after there is a huge collective groan from the fellow pep bandies, Mr. Voakes changes the song to Little Bit of Soul. Thank you Mr. Voakes! We love you.no.not in that way. So then we play.
After we've played about 2 or 3 tunes, the game begins. They ask everyone to rise for the star spangled banner, which is our cue. We all stand up, and begin to play. Oooh, goodie!! I get a small solo in this ^__________^. So I play my beautiful solo (^_______^) and then we play the fight song, also known as Eagle Born *hums "I'm a eagle born, I'm an eagle bred and when I die I'll be an eagle that's dead! Rah rah for Hudson's Bay, rah rah for Hudson's Bay, rah rah for Hudson's Baaaay!"* Okay, so it's a little corny. But what school fight song isn't nowadays? Except maybe for Evergreen's.but let's not go there. So then we sit down, and begin to chat amongst ourselves. You see, this isn't like football season. We only play during time-outs, at the end of each quarter, and during half-time. If we played the fight song every time we scored a basket, we'd all be dead pretty much. So we sit.and we sit.and we sit some more. And then guess what we do? That's right.more sitting. Oooh!! Time out!!! Time to play! What'll it be Voakes? Land of a thousand dances, or the let's go Band thing? Okay.so we don't play. Apparently SOMEBODY wasn't paying attention. That's right.I mean you Voakes.
Finally it's the end of the quarter, and we stand up and play the Hey song. Nothing special.the band doesn't even yell. We have no school spirit at all. The only people who have even less school spirit than us, are the sophomore class. In fact, I've noticed that the sophomore classes are like the least spirited. No offense to you fellow sophomores, I've just noticed that at my school.
After we play, we sit down again and wait some more. Finally it's half- time. Come on Voakes, let's stand up and play now!!! Hold on a second.what the heck is the dance team doing here? Oh.they're supposed to be here. Okay. So we wait for their music to start so they can dance, and then leave so we can play. Except their music isn't on. Okay.it's been 2 minutes and it's still not on. Half-time's wasting away here folks, get the show on the road! Finally, when's there's like 5 minutes left in half-time, they get the music working. By the time they're done, there's only like 2 minutes left. Screw you dance team (no offense to dance team people). So now we can't play. Damn. But it's third quarter break, so we can go get food!! Yay!!!!!
We all rush up to the concession stands and begin buying all sorts of junk food. You know, the stuff you aren't supposed to have while you play your instrument. We then hang around for a little bit, until we realize we have no clue how many minutes there are left on the clock. If we aren't back by two minutes left on the game clock, Mr. Voakes will get really mad (AN: I've only seen Mr. Voakes really mad once, and it wasn't pretty). So we all rush madly back down to the gym, only to see we had an extra 2 minutes. Murphy's law at work. But we all sit back down on the bleachers, finish off our food, and pull out a song for the end of 3rd quarter. Then we play the waiting game again. Finally, when the last buzzer sounds, we find our team has lost. So we get to play the totally un-cool Alma Mater. Then we all walk back to the band room, put our instruments away, and go home. Anxious for the next pep band game.
So.what'd ya think? Kind of long I know, but quite interesting. Tune in next time for Pep Band..football!!! Out of order, but who really cares?
So it's now the evening of the pep band basketball game, and I'm extremely siked. It's the first game of the season we play at, and of course everyone's going to be there. Everyone besides like half the band(AN: During football season it is required that the entire band be there, while during basketball season, the pep band is a group of people who volunteer). So I happily pull on my band sweatshirt, which I already wear almost everyday, and gather up my trumpet and folder of pep band tunes. You know, the basic stuff like Louie Louie, Hey Baby, Great Balls of Fire.stuff like that. I rush out to the car, yelling after my mom to hurry up. Five minutes later we're on our way to the school, and I'm bouncing happily.
We arrive at the school, and my mom drops me off with some money and delivers the traditional "have a good time, sweetie!" speech. I go in the band room, and I see several of my friends already there. Justin's warming up on insanely high scales, just to show all the rest of us that he can. I call to him and say he can stop now, since everybody already knows that he can get really high. "Show off," I mutter to myself. I pull out my trumpet, and begin to warm up on scales LOWER than high Cs above the staff. I look around and absent-mindedly start counting the number of people here. Hmm.one, two, three, four.what comes after four? j/k. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Hmm, ten people. That's 3 more then the max last year. (AN: the most people we've ever had sign up for pep band during the basketball season and actually show up is about 10 or 11.although I think we got 15 once.almost all of them trumpets.) Just then my good buddy Chris comes over to me. I say hello excitedly, and he replies with his usual "Yo!" He then comments on how excited I am, and I reply that he shouldn't worry, by third quarter (our break) I'll be tired as heck. He shrugs, and we warm up and talk for a little while. Then Mr. Voakes tells us all to start down to the gym, and on the way I run into Sheena, and her friend Charity. We then come up with this insane scheme to deck out Justin's band locker in orange and black (he's a major ducks fan, and orange and black are beaver colors hee hee). So we quickly dash into the supply room, and grab some orange butcher paper. We then run back to the band room and stash it in Sheena's band locker. That will turn out to be a lunch project.
We all are finally in the gym, and we sigh with content. The first game of the season. The squeaky gym floor, the rickety bleachers.how we all missed those. Okay, so that's going a little bit overboard, but hey, it could happen. We sit down and cheer as our HBHS Eagle Varsity Guy's Basketball team comes out (On nights where it's a girl's game, we don't really cheer since there aren't that many people). Mr. Voakes then tells us to pull out a song. Which song Mr. Voakes? I couldn't hear.Justin was bragging about Evergreen too loud again. Heh heh.just kidding Justin. Upon finding out that the song is soul man (oi vey...the one song we can't play), and after there is a huge collective groan from the fellow pep bandies, Mr. Voakes changes the song to Little Bit of Soul. Thank you Mr. Voakes! We love you.no.not in that way. So then we play.
After we've played about 2 or 3 tunes, the game begins. They ask everyone to rise for the star spangled banner, which is our cue. We all stand up, and begin to play. Oooh, goodie!! I get a small solo in this ^__________^. So I play my beautiful solo (^_______^) and then we play the fight song, also known as Eagle Born *hums "I'm a eagle born, I'm an eagle bred and when I die I'll be an eagle that's dead! Rah rah for Hudson's Bay, rah rah for Hudson's Bay, rah rah for Hudson's Baaaay!"* Okay, so it's a little corny. But what school fight song isn't nowadays? Except maybe for Evergreen's.but let's not go there. So then we sit down, and begin to chat amongst ourselves. You see, this isn't like football season. We only play during time-outs, at the end of each quarter, and during half-time. If we played the fight song every time we scored a basket, we'd all be dead pretty much. So we sit.and we sit.and we sit some more. And then guess what we do? That's right.more sitting. Oooh!! Time out!!! Time to play! What'll it be Voakes? Land of a thousand dances, or the let's go Band thing? Okay.so we don't play. Apparently SOMEBODY wasn't paying attention. That's right.I mean you Voakes.
Finally it's the end of the quarter, and we stand up and play the Hey song. Nothing special.the band doesn't even yell. We have no school spirit at all. The only people who have even less school spirit than us, are the sophomore class. In fact, I've noticed that the sophomore classes are like the least spirited. No offense to you fellow sophomores, I've just noticed that at my school.
After we play, we sit down again and wait some more. Finally it's half- time. Come on Voakes, let's stand up and play now!!! Hold on a second.what the heck is the dance team doing here? Oh.they're supposed to be here. Okay. So we wait for their music to start so they can dance, and then leave so we can play. Except their music isn't on. Okay.it's been 2 minutes and it's still not on. Half-time's wasting away here folks, get the show on the road! Finally, when's there's like 5 minutes left in half-time, they get the music working. By the time they're done, there's only like 2 minutes left. Screw you dance team (no offense to dance team people). So now we can't play. Damn. But it's third quarter break, so we can go get food!! Yay!!!!!
We all rush up to the concession stands and begin buying all sorts of junk food. You know, the stuff you aren't supposed to have while you play your instrument. We then hang around for a little bit, until we realize we have no clue how many minutes there are left on the clock. If we aren't back by two minutes left on the game clock, Mr. Voakes will get really mad (AN: I've only seen Mr. Voakes really mad once, and it wasn't pretty). So we all rush madly back down to the gym, only to see we had an extra 2 minutes. Murphy's law at work. But we all sit back down on the bleachers, finish off our food, and pull out a song for the end of 3rd quarter. Then we play the waiting game again. Finally, when the last buzzer sounds, we find our team has lost. So we get to play the totally un-cool Alma Mater. Then we all walk back to the band room, put our instruments away, and go home. Anxious for the next pep band game.
So.what'd ya think? Kind of long I know, but quite interesting. Tune in next time for Pep Band..football!!! Out of order, but who really cares?
