CHAPTER 3- IN WHICH THE BAND DOES WHO KNOWS WHAT
Andy and his friend ran through the senior wing with their tubas held up over their heads. People looked that them like they were idiots.
"Tuba players are the best!" Andy yelled.
"Listen to my man here," said Andy's friend.
"All right listen up!" said Andy. "Either you say tubas are the best instruments or else."
No one said anything. They all thought he was a crazy sophmore trying to get attention.
"Very well then," said Andy's friend.
They started whacking people with their tubas. In less than 5 minutes everyone became Andy's prisoners. He and his friend stuffed them into their tuba lockers and locked the doors.
MEANWHILE.
The trombone and baritone players walked down the "green hall." They blocked the staircase and the beginning of the hall.
"Halt!" one of the trombone players said. "This hall way is our territory as of right now."
"But my locker's in here!" someone said.
"Oh that's to bad," said a baritone player. "You'll go to your locker when we say it's ok for you to go to your locker."
"Cooperate and no one will have a slide rammed into their knees," another trombone player said.
One of the trombone players started counting the people that were trapped in the hall.
"Ok you 20 people go into room 245," he said pointing. "You 25 people go into room 241. You 27 people go into room 246 and you 23 people go into room 244. Well what are you waiting for? Move! Move Move!"
The people walked to their assigned rooms with a trombone or baritone player following them threating to use their instruments on anyone who refused. When everyone was in their rooms, one of the baritone players got the janitor's keys and locked all of the doors. Then a trombone player stood in front of each of the rooms with the people in them to make sure no one got out and 2 baritone players stood at both ends of the hall to bring people back to their rooms if they did get out (which was very unlikely by the way).
AT THE SAME TIME.
The flute and clarinet players walked into the cafetieria.
"Put your hands in the air!" yelled Schellen pointing her clarinet at everyone.
"Do as she says," said Erica also pointing her flute at everyone.
Everyone put their hands up.
"Attention! You will be our slaves until we say otherwise and do exactly as we tell you. Otherwise we'll have to use our instruments and you wouldn't want that now would you?" said Karyn.
"But there's only like 30 of you so you can only have like 30 slaves. What about everyone else?" someone asked.
"Good question," said Karyn, "we're all allowed to have more than 1 slave. So line up single file and we'll chose who gets who."
After everyone got their slaves, they gave all their books and stuff to their slaves' and forced them to walk them to their locker and carry their books where ever they went.
ALSO.
The trumpet players marched into the gym.
"All right listen up," said Jon, "you're under arrest cuz we feel like arresting you."
"Anyone who refuses will get hit with the trumpet and have valve oil poured into your hair," another trumpet player added.
"So follow us. Your jail awaits," said another trumpet player. "Oh yeah, girls go to the girls' locker room. Jon, lock them in."
Jon followed the girls to the girls' locker room. He locked both doors. The boys walked into the boys' locker room. Then the trumpet players shoved them into lockers and locked each locker. Then they unlocked the girls' locker room and did the same. All of them were pounding on the locker doors.
"My hair's a mess!"
"I need to put on makeup!"
"I'm afraid of small spaces!"
"I'm allergic to darkness!"
"Oh shut up," said Jon.
The trumpet players walked calmly outta the gym.
AT THE SAME TIME AS THE OTHER THINGS.
The French horn players ran around the orchestra room and the chorus room.
"I hearby declare these rooms French horn territory," said Amanda.
"We should take prisoners and have a ransom," added Christina.
"Yes we could rule these rooms and get money," agreed Jessica, "I like it."
Some people walked into the orchestra room. Amanda, Christina and Jessica surrounded them and held their French horns in their faces.
"You're our prisoners," said Amanda. "Drop your books and we'll show you to your cell."
"Anyone who doesn't listen to us will get their head shoved in my bell," said Christina.
The people held their hands up.
"We surrender!" they cried, "please don't hurt us."
Amanda, Jessica and Christina locked them in 1 of the offices in the hallway connecting the ocrchestra room to the chorus room.
"We better start writing that ransom note," said Jessica, taking out a pen and some paper.
ALSO AT THE SAME TIME AS THE OTHER THINGS.
Kaitlyn, Nicole, Meghan and the bass clarinetists walked into the library like they owned the place. Several other students gave them weird looks.
"Oh hi are you here to return a book?" asked the librarian.
"No," said Meghan.
"We're building an army," added Kaitlyn.
"Even though it's against our will cuz we're against violence," one of the bass clarinetists said.
"Well if your building an army you might want to check out How to build an army in 10 days or Less," said the librarian. Then she turned to the bass clarinetists, "and if you're against violence you might want to check out The non-violent Soldier. Good book if I do say so myself."
"No no we don't need to learn how," said Nicole.
Some students laughed.
"Laugh if you will," snapped Kaitlyn, "but we'll see who's laughing once you're in our army."
That made all the students laugh harder. The librarian got aggrivated.
"I give up," she said walking away.
Nicole took her bocal (that's the little metal piece that bassoon players put their reeds on) off her bassoon and tied to a string. Then she waved it back and forth slowly.
"Look at the bocal. You are getting sleepy," she said.
All the students except Meghan, Kaitlyn and the bass clarinetists went into a trance.
"When I snap my fingers you will willingly pledge your loyalty to our army," said Nicole.
She snapped her fingers. "We willingly pledge our loyalty to your army," all the students said.
"Good," said Meghan, "now stay in the library until we need you."
"Yes oh mighty leaders," all the students said.
Meghan, Kaitlyn, Nicole, and the bass clarinetists locked the door and left.
AND FINALLY.
The saxophone players ran around the school, looking for places to take over. Unfortunately for them, all of the places where the most people went were already occupied by other sections.
"This is so totally unfair," one of them yelled.
"How about we lock people in their lockers and write property of the saxophones of the round table on them?" another saxophone player suggested.
All the saxophone players thought it was a good idea so they randomly grabbed people, threw them in their lockers, locked the lockers and wrote PROPERTY OF THE SAXOPHONES OF THE ROUND TABLE on them.
"Our job is done," they proudly exclaimed.
Then everybody (including people from all the other sections) went to class.
Andy and his friend ran through the senior wing with their tubas held up over their heads. People looked that them like they were idiots.
"Tuba players are the best!" Andy yelled.
"Listen to my man here," said Andy's friend.
"All right listen up!" said Andy. "Either you say tubas are the best instruments or else."
No one said anything. They all thought he was a crazy sophmore trying to get attention.
"Very well then," said Andy's friend.
They started whacking people with their tubas. In less than 5 minutes everyone became Andy's prisoners. He and his friend stuffed them into their tuba lockers and locked the doors.
MEANWHILE.
The trombone and baritone players walked down the "green hall." They blocked the staircase and the beginning of the hall.
"Halt!" one of the trombone players said. "This hall way is our territory as of right now."
"But my locker's in here!" someone said.
"Oh that's to bad," said a baritone player. "You'll go to your locker when we say it's ok for you to go to your locker."
"Cooperate and no one will have a slide rammed into their knees," another trombone player said.
One of the trombone players started counting the people that were trapped in the hall.
"Ok you 20 people go into room 245," he said pointing. "You 25 people go into room 241. You 27 people go into room 246 and you 23 people go into room 244. Well what are you waiting for? Move! Move Move!"
The people walked to their assigned rooms with a trombone or baritone player following them threating to use their instruments on anyone who refused. When everyone was in their rooms, one of the baritone players got the janitor's keys and locked all of the doors. Then a trombone player stood in front of each of the rooms with the people in them to make sure no one got out and 2 baritone players stood at both ends of the hall to bring people back to their rooms if they did get out (which was very unlikely by the way).
AT THE SAME TIME.
The flute and clarinet players walked into the cafetieria.
"Put your hands in the air!" yelled Schellen pointing her clarinet at everyone.
"Do as she says," said Erica also pointing her flute at everyone.
Everyone put their hands up.
"Attention! You will be our slaves until we say otherwise and do exactly as we tell you. Otherwise we'll have to use our instruments and you wouldn't want that now would you?" said Karyn.
"But there's only like 30 of you so you can only have like 30 slaves. What about everyone else?" someone asked.
"Good question," said Karyn, "we're all allowed to have more than 1 slave. So line up single file and we'll chose who gets who."
After everyone got their slaves, they gave all their books and stuff to their slaves' and forced them to walk them to their locker and carry their books where ever they went.
ALSO.
The trumpet players marched into the gym.
"All right listen up," said Jon, "you're under arrest cuz we feel like arresting you."
"Anyone who refuses will get hit with the trumpet and have valve oil poured into your hair," another trumpet player added.
"So follow us. Your jail awaits," said another trumpet player. "Oh yeah, girls go to the girls' locker room. Jon, lock them in."
Jon followed the girls to the girls' locker room. He locked both doors. The boys walked into the boys' locker room. Then the trumpet players shoved them into lockers and locked each locker. Then they unlocked the girls' locker room and did the same. All of them were pounding on the locker doors.
"My hair's a mess!"
"I need to put on makeup!"
"I'm afraid of small spaces!"
"I'm allergic to darkness!"
"Oh shut up," said Jon.
The trumpet players walked calmly outta the gym.
AT THE SAME TIME AS THE OTHER THINGS.
The French horn players ran around the orchestra room and the chorus room.
"I hearby declare these rooms French horn territory," said Amanda.
"We should take prisoners and have a ransom," added Christina.
"Yes we could rule these rooms and get money," agreed Jessica, "I like it."
Some people walked into the orchestra room. Amanda, Christina and Jessica surrounded them and held their French horns in their faces.
"You're our prisoners," said Amanda. "Drop your books and we'll show you to your cell."
"Anyone who doesn't listen to us will get their head shoved in my bell," said Christina.
The people held their hands up.
"We surrender!" they cried, "please don't hurt us."
Amanda, Jessica and Christina locked them in 1 of the offices in the hallway connecting the ocrchestra room to the chorus room.
"We better start writing that ransom note," said Jessica, taking out a pen and some paper.
ALSO AT THE SAME TIME AS THE OTHER THINGS.
Kaitlyn, Nicole, Meghan and the bass clarinetists walked into the library like they owned the place. Several other students gave them weird looks.
"Oh hi are you here to return a book?" asked the librarian.
"No," said Meghan.
"We're building an army," added Kaitlyn.
"Even though it's against our will cuz we're against violence," one of the bass clarinetists said.
"Well if your building an army you might want to check out How to build an army in 10 days or Less," said the librarian. Then she turned to the bass clarinetists, "and if you're against violence you might want to check out The non-violent Soldier. Good book if I do say so myself."
"No no we don't need to learn how," said Nicole.
Some students laughed.
"Laugh if you will," snapped Kaitlyn, "but we'll see who's laughing once you're in our army."
That made all the students laugh harder. The librarian got aggrivated.
"I give up," she said walking away.
Nicole took her bocal (that's the little metal piece that bassoon players put their reeds on) off her bassoon and tied to a string. Then she waved it back and forth slowly.
"Look at the bocal. You are getting sleepy," she said.
All the students except Meghan, Kaitlyn and the bass clarinetists went into a trance.
"When I snap my fingers you will willingly pledge your loyalty to our army," said Nicole.
She snapped her fingers. "We willingly pledge our loyalty to your army," all the students said.
"Good," said Meghan, "now stay in the library until we need you."
"Yes oh mighty leaders," all the students said.
Meghan, Kaitlyn, Nicole, and the bass clarinetists locked the door and left.
AND FINALLY.
The saxophone players ran around the school, looking for places to take over. Unfortunately for them, all of the places where the most people went were already occupied by other sections.
"This is so totally unfair," one of them yelled.
"How about we lock people in their lockers and write property of the saxophones of the round table on them?" another saxophone player suggested.
All the saxophone players thought it was a good idea so they randomly grabbed people, threw them in their lockers, locked the lockers and wrote PROPERTY OF THE SAXOPHONES OF THE ROUND TABLE on them.
"Our job is done," they proudly exclaimed.
Then everybody (including people from all the other sections) went to class.