A/N- sry I haven't updated in a while. I kinda got grounded from the
computer for "talking back" to my mom but I think she just said that cuz
she doesn't want me to be a happy child. Anways I don't own Greg Smith :'(
and I don't know what he's like so I'm just guessing.
CHAPTER 19- TURNED DOWN
"OMG!!! He's here!" Erica squealed to Meghan, Schellen and a bunch of other girls walked down to the bandroom before 1st period.
"Already?" asked Schellen.
"Toronto ain't that far away," said Meghan, glancing at the window that showed the inside of the band office. "OMG THERE HE IS!"
They ran to the window and pressed their faces against it.
"Hello Greg, I'm Mr. Reiderer and I'm one of the band directors here," said Mr. Reiderer.
"I'm Mr. Shaw. The great almighty powerful Mr. Shaw. I help keep Mr. Reiderer's band in order," said Mr. Shaw. "And right now it's time for my coffee. See you later."
"Uh, yeah. Have fun," said Greg.
"I printed up these sheets about our wonderful music program," said Mr. Reiderer, giving a bunch of sheets to Greg.
Greg began reading one of the sheets.
"This is really interesting," he said.
"What? They weren't supposed to be," Mr. Reiderer said.
"Hi Greg welcome to band. Beware of Andy (the tuba player), Mike (the saxophone/bassoon player) the saxophone players and the trumpet players. They are strange and have issues. Hope you like our band," Greg read.
"I didn't write that," said Mr. Reiderer. "I bet it was the woodwind players. They're a little jealous that their instruments aren't made of brass."
"I see," said Greg.
"I have to get some music. I'll be right back," said Mr. Reiderer.
He walked outta the office. Greg looked out the window and saw a bunch of girls smiling stupidly at him. He smiled and waved at them. They smiled and waved back. Then they left. Then Mike stumbled into the office with his saxophone, drunk.
"That was some party!" he said happily. "Wassup dude?"
"Maybe you should go home? You can't even walk straight and I don't want you throwing up on me," said Greg.
"I promise I won't. Did you know that I have 6 toes?" said Mike.
"Uh no," said Greg, looking at him like he was an idiot.
"Do you wanna see?" Mike asked excitedly.
"Not really," said Greg.
"I love polka dots. They're so hot. So are boxers. I never sleep in boxers. I always sleep in the nude in case you were wondering. Hey wanna know a secret?" Mike asked.
"Sure," said Greg, not really sure what to think.
"Come closer," said Mike.
"I'd rather not," said Greg.
"Ok. My secret is....I'm gay," said Mike, "no one knows!"
"And who's your boyfriend?" Greg asked.
"My dad!" Mike yelled. "I like you too. Come here baby."
"Don't hit on me. I hope you pass out soon," said Greg.
"I'm not hitting on you, I love you dude! I'm hopelessly devoted to you," said Mike.
He began singing "Hopelessly Devoted" from Grease. Greg was trying not to laugh at Mike's stupidity.
"Want me to play you a song on my saxophone?" Mike asked.
"Ok," said Greg.
Mike held the saxophone like he was gonna play, but it he was holding it upside down. He held the bell up to his mouth and blew into it.
"Hehe. This saxophone isn't working. Maybe it's turned off," said Mike. "Where's the bloody switch?"
"You're holding it upside down," said Greg.
"Are you arguing with me?" Mike yelled.
"No, I'm just pointing out your stupid mistake," said Greg.
"YOU'RE ARGUING WITH ME!" Mike yelled.
He began to run at Greg, waving his saxophone around wildly. Greg saw a saxophone on a desk so he grabbed it and held it in front of himself.
"Get away from me!" he yelled.
Mike suddenly stopped running and passed out. Then the saxophone players walked into the office and saw Greg standing over Mike, still holding the saxophone. The saxophone players stared at him with poker faces.
"Uh, I can explain," said Greg.
"He has beat our saxophone god in a saxophone duel," said a saxophone player.
"Tis the new god of the saxophones of the round table!" another saxophone player exclaimed.
The saxophone players got on their knees and began worshiping Greg. Then they put on hula skirts and painted their faces. They did a little dance.
"What are our orders oh mighty one?" a saxophone player asked.
"Get rid of him," Greg said pointing to Mike who was still passed out on the ground. "I don't want him trying to hit on me again."
The saxophone players picked Mike up and locked him in a practice room.
"He should be passed out for the rest of the day," said a saxophone player.
"We need your help oh great powerful one," said another saxophone player.
"Ok, what's the problem?" Greg asked.
"We're fighting a war with the bassoons, but they're allies with the French horns, flutes and clarinets. We're allies with the tubas. We could use another person," said a saxophone player.
"You're fighting a war with the bassoons?" Greg asked trying not to laugh.
"Please fight for the saxophones of the round table! We're very outnumbered! You're our last hope!" a saxophone player begged.
"I don't know," said Greg, "I didn't meet people from other sections yet."
"You won't like them," the saxophone players said. "Fight for us! Please?"
The saxophone players ran over to Greg and wrapped their arms around his legs. That was their mistake.
"No way! I'd never fight for you guys and I don't wanna be your saxophone god anymore. You can have the drunk guy back. So you can stop hugging my legs now," said Greg.
The saxophone players let go of him and watched him walk outta the office.
"I can't believe he turned us down!" a saxophone player said. "What did we do wrong? Was the worshiping a little too weird?"
"Yeah I think so," said another saxophone player.
Then the saxophone players went to 1st period feeling sorry for themselves.
CHAPTER 19- TURNED DOWN
"OMG!!! He's here!" Erica squealed to Meghan, Schellen and a bunch of other girls walked down to the bandroom before 1st period.
"Already?" asked Schellen.
"Toronto ain't that far away," said Meghan, glancing at the window that showed the inside of the band office. "OMG THERE HE IS!"
They ran to the window and pressed their faces against it.
"Hello Greg, I'm Mr. Reiderer and I'm one of the band directors here," said Mr. Reiderer.
"I'm Mr. Shaw. The great almighty powerful Mr. Shaw. I help keep Mr. Reiderer's band in order," said Mr. Shaw. "And right now it's time for my coffee. See you later."
"Uh, yeah. Have fun," said Greg.
"I printed up these sheets about our wonderful music program," said Mr. Reiderer, giving a bunch of sheets to Greg.
Greg began reading one of the sheets.
"This is really interesting," he said.
"What? They weren't supposed to be," Mr. Reiderer said.
"Hi Greg welcome to band. Beware of Andy (the tuba player), Mike (the saxophone/bassoon player) the saxophone players and the trumpet players. They are strange and have issues. Hope you like our band," Greg read.
"I didn't write that," said Mr. Reiderer. "I bet it was the woodwind players. They're a little jealous that their instruments aren't made of brass."
"I see," said Greg.
"I have to get some music. I'll be right back," said Mr. Reiderer.
He walked outta the office. Greg looked out the window and saw a bunch of girls smiling stupidly at him. He smiled and waved at them. They smiled and waved back. Then they left. Then Mike stumbled into the office with his saxophone, drunk.
"That was some party!" he said happily. "Wassup dude?"
"Maybe you should go home? You can't even walk straight and I don't want you throwing up on me," said Greg.
"I promise I won't. Did you know that I have 6 toes?" said Mike.
"Uh no," said Greg, looking at him like he was an idiot.
"Do you wanna see?" Mike asked excitedly.
"Not really," said Greg.
"I love polka dots. They're so hot. So are boxers. I never sleep in boxers. I always sleep in the nude in case you were wondering. Hey wanna know a secret?" Mike asked.
"Sure," said Greg, not really sure what to think.
"Come closer," said Mike.
"I'd rather not," said Greg.
"Ok. My secret is....I'm gay," said Mike, "no one knows!"
"And who's your boyfriend?" Greg asked.
"My dad!" Mike yelled. "I like you too. Come here baby."
"Don't hit on me. I hope you pass out soon," said Greg.
"I'm not hitting on you, I love you dude! I'm hopelessly devoted to you," said Mike.
He began singing "Hopelessly Devoted" from Grease. Greg was trying not to laugh at Mike's stupidity.
"Want me to play you a song on my saxophone?" Mike asked.
"Ok," said Greg.
Mike held the saxophone like he was gonna play, but it he was holding it upside down. He held the bell up to his mouth and blew into it.
"Hehe. This saxophone isn't working. Maybe it's turned off," said Mike. "Where's the bloody switch?"
"You're holding it upside down," said Greg.
"Are you arguing with me?" Mike yelled.
"No, I'm just pointing out your stupid mistake," said Greg.
"YOU'RE ARGUING WITH ME!" Mike yelled.
He began to run at Greg, waving his saxophone around wildly. Greg saw a saxophone on a desk so he grabbed it and held it in front of himself.
"Get away from me!" he yelled.
Mike suddenly stopped running and passed out. Then the saxophone players walked into the office and saw Greg standing over Mike, still holding the saxophone. The saxophone players stared at him with poker faces.
"Uh, I can explain," said Greg.
"He has beat our saxophone god in a saxophone duel," said a saxophone player.
"Tis the new god of the saxophones of the round table!" another saxophone player exclaimed.
The saxophone players got on their knees and began worshiping Greg. Then they put on hula skirts and painted their faces. They did a little dance.
"What are our orders oh mighty one?" a saxophone player asked.
"Get rid of him," Greg said pointing to Mike who was still passed out on the ground. "I don't want him trying to hit on me again."
The saxophone players picked Mike up and locked him in a practice room.
"He should be passed out for the rest of the day," said a saxophone player.
"We need your help oh great powerful one," said another saxophone player.
"Ok, what's the problem?" Greg asked.
"We're fighting a war with the bassoons, but they're allies with the French horns, flutes and clarinets. We're allies with the tubas. We could use another person," said a saxophone player.
"You're fighting a war with the bassoons?" Greg asked trying not to laugh.
"Please fight for the saxophones of the round table! We're very outnumbered! You're our last hope!" a saxophone player begged.
"I don't know," said Greg, "I didn't meet people from other sections yet."
"You won't like them," the saxophone players said. "Fight for us! Please?"
The saxophone players ran over to Greg and wrapped their arms around his legs. That was their mistake.
"No way! I'd never fight for you guys and I don't wanna be your saxophone god anymore. You can have the drunk guy back. So you can stop hugging my legs now," said Greg.
The saxophone players let go of him and watched him walk outta the office.
"I can't believe he turned us down!" a saxophone player said. "What did we do wrong? Was the worshiping a little too weird?"
"Yeah I think so," said another saxophone player.
Then the saxophone players went to 1st period feeling sorry for themselves.