A/N- there's only about 5 or 6 more chapters to go so hang in there. Have
to admit even I'm getting bored of this story.
CHAPTER 33- THE PERCUSSIONISTS' LESS THAN 24-HOUR CIVIL WAR
The day after the Non-Aggression Pact thing, the percussionists were still mad at each other. Because of this, most of band rehearsal was spent watching the percussionists try to kill each other with all the percussion toys.
"YOU ARE NOT OUR LEADER PAT!" Scott yelled.
"I AM PRINCIPLE PLAYER AND YOUR LEADER! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS!" Pat yelled as he tried to hit Scott with a timpani mallet.
"Wow Pat you're pathetic. If I was in you're shoes right now, I'd actually be able to hit him with the mallet," said Lindsay.
"Yeah right there's no way a GIRL is more athletic than me," said Pat.
"Watch me," Lindsay snapped.
She grabbed the timpani mallet from him and whacked Scott upside the head with it.
"YEEEEEEEEOW!" he yelled.
"See?" Lindsay said, smirking.
She threw the timpani mallet back to Pat and it hit him right between the eyes.
"DANG YOU!" he yelled.
The percussionists began arguing with each other.
"GUYS! WHAT IS GOING ON BACK THERE?" Mr. Reiderer yelled.
"I'M THE LEADER!" Pat yelled.
"What?" Mr. Reiderer asked.
Everyone in the band gave Pat weird looks.
"YOU HEARD ME. I'M THE LEADER!" Pat yelled. "I'M THE BEST DARN PERCUSSIONIST IN THIS SCHOOL!"
"No, the leader should be the smartest person here," said Scott, "and that would be me. I've been valedictorian of my class since forever."
"No way. The leader should be the most athletic person, and hate to break it to you, but that's me," said Lindsay.
"We have the same athletic ability Lindsay," another percussionist (whose name I learned is Don. He's Lindsay's brother).
"Well I think the leader should be the most popular person here. Too bad for all of you," another percussionist (whose name I learned is Megan).
"I'm as popular as you," Lindsay snapped at her. "And more athletic. The leader."
All the percussionists began yelling at each other at the same time so it was hard to hear what everyone was saying.
"I AM TRYING TO RUN A QUALITY BAND REHEARSAL HERE! I CAN'T DO THAT IF YOU GUYS KEEP ARGUING!" Mr. Reiderer yelled.
The percussionists were yelling so loudly they didn't even hear him.
"I GIVE UP!" Mr. Reiderer yelled. "I'M GOING HOME."
Mr. Reiderer left. Shortly after he did, the percussionists lost it and went psycho.
"How very violent," the bass clarinetists said.
"LET'S GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE THEY KILL US!" Erica yelled.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" everyone else in the band yelled.
They ran into the hall and to the other end of the school. Meanwhile the percussionists were trying to kill each other. Scott attempted to run Pat over with the timpani, Pat threw whatever percussion toys he could get his hands on at the other percussionists, Lindsay tried to knock the bass drum over so it would fall on Megan's head, Don began ripping the little thingies of the xylophone and throwing them at Lindsay and Megan knocked a cymbal on Don's foot. This chaos went on for about 2 hours. Eventually the percussionists got tired so they decided to take a breather.
"Wow, we made a mess," said Pat surveying the room.
There were chairs and stands scattered everywhere. The snare drum had a huge hole in it, the cymbals were dented, pretty much all of the percussion toys were broken and the xylophones no longer had those thingies that xylophone players hit to get notes out.
"Amaze me and tell me something I don't know already," said Scott. "Oh wait you can't because I know everything."
"Shut up Scott," Don snapped.
"Yeah," said Lindsay. "Look, this is silly. Why are we fighting each other when we could use all our power to fight Mike?"
"She's got a point," Megan agreed.
"Well, I did get a little carried away with the whole leader thing," said Pat.
"And I did brag about being smart too much," Scott admitted. "And I wouldn't shut up about my athletic abilities," said Lindsay.
"Let's stop this foolishness and get back to planning revenge on Mike!" said Pat.
"Yeah," Scott, Lindsay, Don and Megan agreed.
And thus ends the percussionists' civil war.
CHAPTER 33- THE PERCUSSIONISTS' LESS THAN 24-HOUR CIVIL WAR
The day after the Non-Aggression Pact thing, the percussionists were still mad at each other. Because of this, most of band rehearsal was spent watching the percussionists try to kill each other with all the percussion toys.
"YOU ARE NOT OUR LEADER PAT!" Scott yelled.
"I AM PRINCIPLE PLAYER AND YOUR LEADER! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS!" Pat yelled as he tried to hit Scott with a timpani mallet.
"Wow Pat you're pathetic. If I was in you're shoes right now, I'd actually be able to hit him with the mallet," said Lindsay.
"Yeah right there's no way a GIRL is more athletic than me," said Pat.
"Watch me," Lindsay snapped.
She grabbed the timpani mallet from him and whacked Scott upside the head with it.
"YEEEEEEEEOW!" he yelled.
"See?" Lindsay said, smirking.
She threw the timpani mallet back to Pat and it hit him right between the eyes.
"DANG YOU!" he yelled.
The percussionists began arguing with each other.
"GUYS! WHAT IS GOING ON BACK THERE?" Mr. Reiderer yelled.
"I'M THE LEADER!" Pat yelled.
"What?" Mr. Reiderer asked.
Everyone in the band gave Pat weird looks.
"YOU HEARD ME. I'M THE LEADER!" Pat yelled. "I'M THE BEST DARN PERCUSSIONIST IN THIS SCHOOL!"
"No, the leader should be the smartest person here," said Scott, "and that would be me. I've been valedictorian of my class since forever."
"No way. The leader should be the most athletic person, and hate to break it to you, but that's me," said Lindsay.
"We have the same athletic ability Lindsay," another percussionist (whose name I learned is Don. He's Lindsay's brother).
"Well I think the leader should be the most popular person here. Too bad for all of you," another percussionist (whose name I learned is Megan).
"I'm as popular as you," Lindsay snapped at her. "And more athletic. The leader."
All the percussionists began yelling at each other at the same time so it was hard to hear what everyone was saying.
"I AM TRYING TO RUN A QUALITY BAND REHEARSAL HERE! I CAN'T DO THAT IF YOU GUYS KEEP ARGUING!" Mr. Reiderer yelled.
The percussionists were yelling so loudly they didn't even hear him.
"I GIVE UP!" Mr. Reiderer yelled. "I'M GOING HOME."
Mr. Reiderer left. Shortly after he did, the percussionists lost it and went psycho.
"How very violent," the bass clarinetists said.
"LET'S GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE THEY KILL US!" Erica yelled.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" everyone else in the band yelled.
They ran into the hall and to the other end of the school. Meanwhile the percussionists were trying to kill each other. Scott attempted to run Pat over with the timpani, Pat threw whatever percussion toys he could get his hands on at the other percussionists, Lindsay tried to knock the bass drum over so it would fall on Megan's head, Don began ripping the little thingies of the xylophone and throwing them at Lindsay and Megan knocked a cymbal on Don's foot. This chaos went on for about 2 hours. Eventually the percussionists got tired so they decided to take a breather.
"Wow, we made a mess," said Pat surveying the room.
There were chairs and stands scattered everywhere. The snare drum had a huge hole in it, the cymbals were dented, pretty much all of the percussion toys were broken and the xylophones no longer had those thingies that xylophone players hit to get notes out.
"Amaze me and tell me something I don't know already," said Scott. "Oh wait you can't because I know everything."
"Shut up Scott," Don snapped.
"Yeah," said Lindsay. "Look, this is silly. Why are we fighting each other when we could use all our power to fight Mike?"
"She's got a point," Megan agreed.
"Well, I did get a little carried away with the whole leader thing," said Pat.
"And I did brag about being smart too much," Scott admitted. "And I wouldn't shut up about my athletic abilities," said Lindsay.
"Let's stop this foolishness and get back to planning revenge on Mike!" said Pat.
"Yeah," Scott, Lindsay, Don and Megan agreed.
And thus ends the percussionists' civil war.