The first day back to band was too evil, graphic, repetitive, and confusing to go into detail. Well… for one thing, the band got Sakai mixed up with another Sakai piece, Fire Emblem. Also, they had another piece, Fountain of Dreams arranged by Tadashi Ikegami. The only ones who pointed that out were the almighty Band Council, Kagome, her friend Marou (real name Ben), his friend Satoshi (real name Guy), Clair, Jenny, and anyone else feeling generous to the Smashers. Of course, who could forget Marth and his complaining about playing the evil bane known as the oboe? Also, Mr. Chapookey decided to move the colorguard Smashers that were moved onto clarinet to bass clarinet, while the ones moved to flute were moved to French horn. Sigh… that was basically how that day went. Now on with Tuesday.

"I'm glad we don't take the STAR test of death!" said Luigi.

"It's only for freshmen to juniors that attend this school," said Daisy the first clarinetist.

"Ha ha! Pitiful fools!" laughed Bowser.

They all gathered their instruments and sat down with everyone else like usual. Everyone groaned as they read the board to see what they'll work on. Repetition: the greatest evil known to band geeks. They'll painstakingly clean 2 songs a day with a 2 hour dress rehearsal an hour before the concert on Friday.

"Ok, band! Although class is short today—" announced Mr. Chapookey.

"WOO-HOO!" cheered the Smashers except for Marth because although he's happy too, he has better band behavior (alliteration! Sweet!).

"Be quiet!" the director yelled. "Although class is short today, we have a lot to go through!"

"Can I die now?" whimpered Zelda.

"Pull out Saint-Saëns," said the director.

Most of the Smashers who did squeaked with horror because it was an evilly complex song. Some fainted from the sight of measure 29 and beyond.

"We're going to start at measure 11, and a one, two—DAN!"

The baritonist jumped and got ready to play. A few people shifted in their seats.

"And a one, two, one-two-three-four."

The band began to play, but he made the cut-off signal to get them to stop after measure 12.

"Accent the quarter note, thirds!" called the director to the lowly third clarinets.

They repeated the piece and got stopped again. The director had the clarinets play the last note and hold it. As he went around to each clarinetist, he either said "Flat, pull it out." or "Sharp, push it in." or just went on to the next person without a word if they were more perfect than a Mary-Sue. The Smashers on clarinet began to panic as he was getting closer to them.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! What note is that?" panicked Nana.

"It's a B. Like this," said Jenny as she demonstrated how to finger the note.

"She can show you the finger, but she can't give you the finger!" joked Clay. All the trumpets laughed and the non-Smasher percussionists did the drum-cymbal crash thingy that you hear on stand-up acts. It sounded weird and cool with the timpani.

"Let's hear yours," said Mr. Chapookey to Zelda. She played a B and it wasn't perfect.

"Sharp, make sure all of it's in."

Zelda mumbled Hylian cuss words as she did as she was told. She played it again and it was perfect.

Nana tried and it sounded absolutely perfect! It was because she had a Mary-Sue clarinet. Usually, Mary-Sues are looked down upon, but they are sought after in bands. It's possible for anything to be a Mary-Sue. Good thing for the band that they have a few rare Mary-Sue instruments.

The evil repetition of cleaning went on for half the period. Next, they moved on to Ikegami. More woodwind abuse, nuff said.

"Oboes, lemme hear your notes," said the director. Kagome and Marth played and held their first note. He went to Kagome, who did it. "C'mon, blow! Air! Put some air into it!" After he was done with Kagome, she looked almost as blue as her Inuyasha shirt she was wearing.

Crude! I'm dead! Marth thought to himself. How he loathed the oboe oh so much! Pining for his beloved sousaphone (tuba, same family) named Suesy, Marth didn't practice the oboe last night. He never will as long as he lives.

When Marth played it, Mr. Chapookey fell over backwards and had a massive heart attack, then leaped back up onto his feet with a Cheshire cat grin and tears of joy in his eyes.

"YES! We've finally got an oboe that can play it perfectly! I'd never have thought that was possible!" He picked up Marth and danced around the room.

"For God's sake! It's a wretched oboe!" shrilled Marth.

"Is it just me or is his oboe glittering and stuff like it's all perfect?" asked Dave the baritone player dude.

Everyone stared at it and came to the conclusion that it's a Mary-Sue oboe!

"Marth! It's a Mary-Sue! You should be thankful!" said Fred the alto clarinetist.

"Thankful my foot! It's an oboe! I hate oboes now!" he hollered after returning to his seat.

Mr. Chapookey did a skip and a whoop of sheer joy. "Who else has the long note in the beginning…? Bari sax, baritones, first clarinets… Let's hear your first note."

The said sections played the first note while Marth glowered at his oboe, accursed instrument. After the first note test, the played a bit until measure 13, beat 4. The director worked with the brasses, who had the melody part.

"C'mon, Iggy! PLAY THAT DUDE!" he called to the tubist named Iggy.

"Ha ha, Iggy!" laughed his friend, clarinetist-turned-tubist-turned-clarinetist-turned tenor saxophonist Rocky.

"Shut up!" he replied.

"Remember what I told the brasses, woodwinds," said Mr. Chapookey when the melody was handed to them.

"Dude, doesn't this sound like that Gourmet Race song from Kirby Super Star?" asked Stella.

"Dude! It is the song!" responded Paula. She and Stella were on bass clarinets.

"This it torture! When will it end?" sobbed Mario as he banged his head against the stand.

After cleaning the song and played it through twice (and getting on their cases about the last two notes), the period ended.