A/N- in case you're wondering about all the "prisoners" everyone had
they're still locked in where ever they were caught (except for the slaves.
The flute and clarinet players chained them to their lockers). We'll get to
them in future chapters.
CHAPTER 6- NEXT TIME HAS COME
Mr. Reiderer thought that the band had finally stopped being crazy and started being normal again. Well, he thought too soon. It all started durning a rehearsal the week after the war had started.
"Andy, why aren't you playing?" he asked.
"I'm on strike," said Andy. "Until you get rid of the trombones and baritones I'm not playing."
"Me either," said Andy's friend.
"But we need the trombones and baritones," said Mr. Reiderer.
"No we don't," said Andy.
With that, Andy and his friend grabbed as much trombones and baritones as they could carry (which was about 2 or 3 for each of them) and threw them out the door. When they came back for a second trip, the people who still had their instruments held them tightly.
"No! There's no way I'm letting a stupid tuba player touch my trombone," one of the trombone players said.
"Give. Me. The. Instrument," yelled Andy.
He took his tuba and whacked the trombone player with it.
"Now Andy, play nice. Hitting people with your tuba is not the solution to the problem," said Mr. Reiderer.
"Of course it is," said Andy's friend.
"My baritone is outside! In the pouring rain! The poor thing!" one of the baritone players said. "I loved that thing like it was my kid."
"So go get it," snapped Andy. "You have a kid?"
"No, it's an expression you idiot," said the baritone player.
The trombone and baritone players who had their instruments thrown outside went to go get them. While they were outside Andy locked the door.
"Let them get wet. It's not like they'll melt," he said.
Mr. Reiderer threw his baton on the ground.
"That does it! I quit. Maybe there's some way I can get myself fired," he said walking into the band office.
"War time?" asked a trumpet player.
"You bet," said Andy.
He grabbed his tuba and tried to whack the remaining trombone and baritone players with it. Some got hit, others didn't. They began chasing each other around the band room trying to hit each other. Christina, Jessica, and Amanda walked up to the trumpet palyers and began shoving their heads in their French horn bells. Unfortunately for them, they could only get 3 trumpet players' heads in their bells (cuz there were only 3 French horn players). So the remaining trumpets tried to attack the flute, clarinet and oboe players. They chucked reeds and mouth pieces at them so the trumpet players threw their mouth pieces at them. Meghan, Kaitlyn and Nicole were already way into a fighting frenzy with the saxophones and the bass clarinetists were watching the whole thing, talking about how violent it was whenever a saxophone player got whacked with a bassoon or whenever Meghan, Kaitlyn or Nicole got whacked with a saxophone and the percussionists were trying to run Mike over with the piano (again). This chaos went on and on and on until everyone was too tired to fight.
"We shouldn't fight our battles all at once," said Jessica.
"Yeah," Meghan agreed, "it's too hard to see who we're fighting. We could accidentally hit someone in the wrong section."
"Well maybe you wouldn't do that if you didn't get way into a fighting frenzy every time you try to get us," said a saxophone player.
"Well maybe if you didn't keep annoying us, she wouldn't get into a fighting frenzy," Kaitlyn snapped back.
"Are you arguing with me?" snapped another saxophone player.
"I think so," snapped Kaitlyn.
"Quiet!" Andy yelled. "Listen, from now on we don't fight all our battles at once."
"Who died to make you the leader of this thing?" snapped a trombone player.
"I started it so I'm the leader," said Andy. "Case closed."
"No, case not closed," snapped Jackie. "You're so not the leader of this thing. The leader should be a senior, like me."
"Wait here's a better idea. How about there's no leader at all?" Meghan snapped. "That way we'd save ourselves this aggravation."
"I say no," said a saxophone player.
"Did I say you could talk?" Meghan snapped.
"I don't think we should have a leader," said Mike.
"Fine. Listen to the saxophone god," said a saxophone player.
"Wow that was easy," said Mike. "Andy let the trombone and baritone players back inside."
Andy stomped to the door and opened it. The trombone and baritone players that were outside got ready to beat him with their instrumnets but when they saw no one else was fighting they thought otherwise.
"Fine," Andy said to everyone. "There's no leader. Happy?"
Everyone nodded an agreement. For once everyone agreed on something (wow!!!!). Then the bell rang and they all left to prepare for the next day.
CHAPTER 6- NEXT TIME HAS COME
Mr. Reiderer thought that the band had finally stopped being crazy and started being normal again. Well, he thought too soon. It all started durning a rehearsal the week after the war had started.
"Andy, why aren't you playing?" he asked.
"I'm on strike," said Andy. "Until you get rid of the trombones and baritones I'm not playing."
"Me either," said Andy's friend.
"But we need the trombones and baritones," said Mr. Reiderer.
"No we don't," said Andy.
With that, Andy and his friend grabbed as much trombones and baritones as they could carry (which was about 2 or 3 for each of them) and threw them out the door. When they came back for a second trip, the people who still had their instruments held them tightly.
"No! There's no way I'm letting a stupid tuba player touch my trombone," one of the trombone players said.
"Give. Me. The. Instrument," yelled Andy.
He took his tuba and whacked the trombone player with it.
"Now Andy, play nice. Hitting people with your tuba is not the solution to the problem," said Mr. Reiderer.
"Of course it is," said Andy's friend.
"My baritone is outside! In the pouring rain! The poor thing!" one of the baritone players said. "I loved that thing like it was my kid."
"So go get it," snapped Andy. "You have a kid?"
"No, it's an expression you idiot," said the baritone player.
The trombone and baritone players who had their instruments thrown outside went to go get them. While they were outside Andy locked the door.
"Let them get wet. It's not like they'll melt," he said.
Mr. Reiderer threw his baton on the ground.
"That does it! I quit. Maybe there's some way I can get myself fired," he said walking into the band office.
"War time?" asked a trumpet player.
"You bet," said Andy.
He grabbed his tuba and tried to whack the remaining trombone and baritone players with it. Some got hit, others didn't. They began chasing each other around the band room trying to hit each other. Christina, Jessica, and Amanda walked up to the trumpet palyers and began shoving their heads in their French horn bells. Unfortunately for them, they could only get 3 trumpet players' heads in their bells (cuz there were only 3 French horn players). So the remaining trumpets tried to attack the flute, clarinet and oboe players. They chucked reeds and mouth pieces at them so the trumpet players threw their mouth pieces at them. Meghan, Kaitlyn and Nicole were already way into a fighting frenzy with the saxophones and the bass clarinetists were watching the whole thing, talking about how violent it was whenever a saxophone player got whacked with a bassoon or whenever Meghan, Kaitlyn or Nicole got whacked with a saxophone and the percussionists were trying to run Mike over with the piano (again). This chaos went on and on and on until everyone was too tired to fight.
"We shouldn't fight our battles all at once," said Jessica.
"Yeah," Meghan agreed, "it's too hard to see who we're fighting. We could accidentally hit someone in the wrong section."
"Well maybe you wouldn't do that if you didn't get way into a fighting frenzy every time you try to get us," said a saxophone player.
"Well maybe if you didn't keep annoying us, she wouldn't get into a fighting frenzy," Kaitlyn snapped back.
"Are you arguing with me?" snapped another saxophone player.
"I think so," snapped Kaitlyn.
"Quiet!" Andy yelled. "Listen, from now on we don't fight all our battles at once."
"Who died to make you the leader of this thing?" snapped a trombone player.
"I started it so I'm the leader," said Andy. "Case closed."
"No, case not closed," snapped Jackie. "You're so not the leader of this thing. The leader should be a senior, like me."
"Wait here's a better idea. How about there's no leader at all?" Meghan snapped. "That way we'd save ourselves this aggravation."
"I say no," said a saxophone player.
"Did I say you could talk?" Meghan snapped.
"I don't think we should have a leader," said Mike.
"Fine. Listen to the saxophone god," said a saxophone player.
"Wow that was easy," said Mike. "Andy let the trombone and baritone players back inside."
Andy stomped to the door and opened it. The trombone and baritone players that were outside got ready to beat him with their instrumnets but when they saw no one else was fighting they thought otherwise.
"Fine," Andy said to everyone. "There's no leader. Happy?"
Everyone nodded an agreement. For once everyone agreed on something (wow!!!!). Then the bell rang and they all left to prepare for the next day.