CHAPTER 11- INSTRUMENTAL AND VERBAL ASSAULT
Mike and the saxophone players walked into the band room shortly after the trumpet/flute/clarinet war. No one was there.
"I don't know about this guys," said Mike, "Katie, Nicole, and Meghan won't be very happy about this."
"That's kinda the point," one of the saxophone players said. "Besides they're the ones who negleted you in your little percussion war."
"Oh yeah," said Mike. "And they did throw me outta their section."
"You're our god and our supporter. Now prove that your loyalty," said another saxophone player.
"Ok ok. I'll do it," said Mike. "They deserve it."
"Now you're talking," said a saxophone.
He took out Katie's, Nicole's and Meghan's bassoons and ripped several keys off, broke all the reeds and bent the bocals.
"Man I can't wait to see the looks on their faces," said a saxophone player. "Let's go."
They left. Mike stood around and thought over what he had done. Then he shrugged.
"They deserve it," he said to himself.
Then he left.
THE NEXT DAY.
"What the #@%$ happened to my bassoon?" Nicole yelled. "Look at my bocal! It doesn't even look like a bocal anymore."
"Nicole!" Meghan said in mock dismay, "watch your language. Who ever did this will die. My reeds are busted! Where's my G key?"
"This brand new bassoon cost me $15000! Now it's ruined!" Katie wailed. "No A-flat key, no F key, no pancake key.now how am I supposed to play the low notes?"
Mike walked by them.
"Wow, what happened to your instruments?" asked Mike.
"You hear something?" Meghan asked Katie.
"No," said Katie.
"Looks like they were disembered," said Mike.
"No #@%$," snapped Nicole.
"Hey, chill pill Miss Potty Mouth," said Mike.
"Who would do such a mean thing?" Katie asked almost ready to cry. "This was $15000!"
"Who knows?" said Mike turning away so they wouldn't see the guilt in his eyes.
Meghan noticed.
"Who knows?" she yelled. "I think you do!"
"Me?" Mike asked innocently.
"Yeah you. You and your pathetic saxophone friends snuck when we weren't looking and destroyed our instruments!"
"Who are you calling pathetic?" snapped a saxophone player. "You're section is more smaller than my section so therefore you are definitely more pathetic."
"Are not!" Nicole yelled back.
Several people from other sections stopped what they were doing and began to gather around the bassoon and saxophone players and Mike.
"Fight! Fight Fight!" they yelled.
"Well you're so fat that when you sit around the house you sit around the house," snapped a saxophone player.
"You're so dumb you think a quarterback is a refund," Meghan snapped back.
"You're so stupid your dad asked you to buy a color TV and you said "what color," yelled Mike.
"God made rivers, god made lakes, god made you hey we all make mistakes," snapped Nicole.
"We all have the right to be stupid but you bassoon players abuse it," snapped another saxophone player.
"What hurtful remarks," said one of the bass clarinet players. "How about we quit this war?"
"Good idea," said the other bass clarinet player, "but let's watch the verbal war. Then no one will know that we quit."
"Well you're so dumb--" Katie began.
Mr. Reiderer walked into band room.
"Who's fighting?" he demanded.
Everybody walked to their seat.
"What did you do to your instruments?" Mr. Reiderer asked Katie, Nicole and Meghan.
"They did it," Nicole said angrily pointing to the saxophone players. "Who them? No, they're intimidating not mean. They wouldn't do that," said Mr. Reiderer.
"How much did they pay you to say that?" asked Meghan.
"Less than what you guys are going to have to pay for the repair of your bassoons," said Mr. Reiderer.
"Oh so they did pay you," said Nicole.
"No, I just felt the comment was necessary for the moment," said Mr. Reiderer.
"But we didn't do it!" protested Katie.
"Honestly why would we destroy our own instruments?" asked Meghan.
"For my attention," said Mr. Reiderer. "Look, I know bassoons are often overlooked in band but you don't have to destroy your instruments. I'd say the damage on your instruments is worth well over $1000. I'll need that money by tomorrow."
"And how are we supposed to do that?" asked Katie.
"I don't know. You figure that out," said Mr. Reiderer walking up to the thing that directors stand on. "Ok everyone take out your music."
"Those saxophones and Mike are gonna wish they'd never been born," Nicole whispered fiercely to Meghan and Katie.
They nodded an agreement.
Mike and the saxophone players walked into the band room shortly after the trumpet/flute/clarinet war. No one was there.
"I don't know about this guys," said Mike, "Katie, Nicole, and Meghan won't be very happy about this."
"That's kinda the point," one of the saxophone players said. "Besides they're the ones who negleted you in your little percussion war."
"Oh yeah," said Mike. "And they did throw me outta their section."
"You're our god and our supporter. Now prove that your loyalty," said another saxophone player.
"Ok ok. I'll do it," said Mike. "They deserve it."
"Now you're talking," said a saxophone.
He took out Katie's, Nicole's and Meghan's bassoons and ripped several keys off, broke all the reeds and bent the bocals.
"Man I can't wait to see the looks on their faces," said a saxophone player. "Let's go."
They left. Mike stood around and thought over what he had done. Then he shrugged.
"They deserve it," he said to himself.
Then he left.
THE NEXT DAY.
"What the #@%$ happened to my bassoon?" Nicole yelled. "Look at my bocal! It doesn't even look like a bocal anymore."
"Nicole!" Meghan said in mock dismay, "watch your language. Who ever did this will die. My reeds are busted! Where's my G key?"
"This brand new bassoon cost me $15000! Now it's ruined!" Katie wailed. "No A-flat key, no F key, no pancake key.now how am I supposed to play the low notes?"
Mike walked by them.
"Wow, what happened to your instruments?" asked Mike.
"You hear something?" Meghan asked Katie.
"No," said Katie.
"Looks like they were disembered," said Mike.
"No #@%$," snapped Nicole.
"Hey, chill pill Miss Potty Mouth," said Mike.
"Who would do such a mean thing?" Katie asked almost ready to cry. "This was $15000!"
"Who knows?" said Mike turning away so they wouldn't see the guilt in his eyes.
Meghan noticed.
"Who knows?" she yelled. "I think you do!"
"Me?" Mike asked innocently.
"Yeah you. You and your pathetic saxophone friends snuck when we weren't looking and destroyed our instruments!"
"Who are you calling pathetic?" snapped a saxophone player. "You're section is more smaller than my section so therefore you are definitely more pathetic."
"Are not!" Nicole yelled back.
Several people from other sections stopped what they were doing and began to gather around the bassoon and saxophone players and Mike.
"Fight! Fight Fight!" they yelled.
"Well you're so fat that when you sit around the house you sit around the house," snapped a saxophone player.
"You're so dumb you think a quarterback is a refund," Meghan snapped back.
"You're so stupid your dad asked you to buy a color TV and you said "what color," yelled Mike.
"God made rivers, god made lakes, god made you hey we all make mistakes," snapped Nicole.
"We all have the right to be stupid but you bassoon players abuse it," snapped another saxophone player.
"What hurtful remarks," said one of the bass clarinet players. "How about we quit this war?"
"Good idea," said the other bass clarinet player, "but let's watch the verbal war. Then no one will know that we quit."
"Well you're so dumb--" Katie began.
Mr. Reiderer walked into band room.
"Who's fighting?" he demanded.
Everybody walked to their seat.
"What did you do to your instruments?" Mr. Reiderer asked Katie, Nicole and Meghan.
"They did it," Nicole said angrily pointing to the saxophone players. "Who them? No, they're intimidating not mean. They wouldn't do that," said Mr. Reiderer.
"How much did they pay you to say that?" asked Meghan.
"Less than what you guys are going to have to pay for the repair of your bassoons," said Mr. Reiderer.
"Oh so they did pay you," said Nicole.
"No, I just felt the comment was necessary for the moment," said Mr. Reiderer.
"But we didn't do it!" protested Katie.
"Honestly why would we destroy our own instruments?" asked Meghan.
"For my attention," said Mr. Reiderer. "Look, I know bassoons are often overlooked in band but you don't have to destroy your instruments. I'd say the damage on your instruments is worth well over $1000. I'll need that money by tomorrow."
"And how are we supposed to do that?" asked Katie.
"I don't know. You figure that out," said Mr. Reiderer walking up to the thing that directors stand on. "Ok everyone take out your music."
"Those saxophones and Mike are gonna wish they'd never been born," Nicole whispered fiercely to Meghan and Katie.
They nodded an agreement.