Chapter 5-Band Camp Part 2
Dear, To Whom It May Concern,
I have finally done it. I have hit it. Moreover, I now know what it feels like. The pain, the emotion, the sensual feelings…I guess this is why some people say love sucks ass. Well, all I have to say is kudos to those philosophers for figuring out that remark. I wanna hate everything about Stierman right now, but I just can't. I cannot just wave a wand over my head and say a few well-chosen words. It just does not work that way. Why does suck life so bad? I mean, I am not even in high school yet. I'm at frickin 9th grade Band Camp and almost professing my love to a frickin 26 year old teacher who has a master's degree in music, is probably married, plays the tuba and…now I finally realized my true destiny-I'm gonna like teachers who are maybe gay or straight or hell even bisexual for the rest of my miserable teacher loving life. Gawds this sucks major monkey butt. I hate it when I am confused-but I wasn't supposed to go through this stage until after I get to school, after I find out my schedule, and after I find out a flaw about this perfect human named Stierman. Gawd, what I would give to be with him for one…
Nicole!
NICOLE!
"What Alysha?" I asked
"Oh there you are, why are you all alone writing?" she asked
"Oh this it's um nothing. Just a random story I was writing about, that's all." I replied
"I see. Well, if you are finished with your story it is about time to eat dinner, its 4:45 p.m." she said in a matter of fact tone
"Oh ok sure, I'll be right there." I replied.
I threw away my muse letter about Stierman in the trash and eagerly set off towards the cafeteria shack and thought that I'll be able to see the one who is called Stierman. At 5:00 p.m. sharp, the bell rang and all of us at camp piled into the shack to eat. The food was excellent, but I couldn't stop thinking about and staring at Stierman. Dinner was over way to fast for words, which meant that we had approximately a half-an-hour or so until we marched back on the field to do drills.
Once I made it back to my cabin I waited, and then Alysha called me over to have a group discussion about something that they apparently found truly amusing. I followed her and sat in a huge semi circle with the other members in my cabin. After a few awkward moments of the 15 of us staring at each picking off better things we could be doing right now, Alysha finally broke the ice:
"Hey girls, how about that Stierman?" she asked timidly
"Oh geeze, I never realized that older men are sexy!" exclaimed one girl whom I didn't know.
"Oh come on, get a grip on yourself, he is just a teacher." said Erin with a hint of exasperation in her voice.
"Just a teacher, JUST A TEACHER, oh contraire Ms. Erin! Did you see how sexy and seductive he looked today?" said Kristen a preppy colorguard member who was always rumored to be a "woman of the night"
"Dude, he was wearing a Dragon Ball Z T-shirt and pair tight black shorts that were up to his knees. I'm sorry but that is so not sexy," another girl said rather sarcastically.
We all looked at her with a look of "What the fuck did you just say?"
"Hey we should call him something, I dunno like a nick name or something." Margaret said.
"You mean like a pet name?" I asked
"No, we aren't having sex with him, yet." Alysha explained to me.
"But what I meant was a name that us girls could call him when we around him. That way we wouldn't have to say his name, we could just say the nick name instead." Margaret explained.
"So, what do we call him?" another girl asked.
"Oh my gosh! I just realized something, in those shorts, I realized that he has one mighty fine ass!" Kristen screamed.
"THAT'S IT, we shall call him," there was a dramatic pause as Alysha looked around the rest of the girls in the room, and then continued in a soft yet clear voice, "Baby got back."
Then she put her pinky finger up to her lip like Dr. Evil. A few girls took this new name to the extreme though.
"Oh my God Becky look at her, uh I mean his butt, it is soo big. She, I mean he looks like one of those rap guys girl-uh boy friends…" screamed Kristen, Alysha, and Margaret in unison.
"Ok, shut up before we keel you!" one girl bellowed
"Or until we are late to march, because you guys were talking 'bout Stierman's ass." Erin said with the same hint of exasperation in her voice as before.
"Oh yea, eh right." the rest of the cabin said with a hint of embarrassment in our voices.
All twelve of us girls dashed to the big wooden barn right before we were considered late. We got into our lines by instruments as Stierman shouted that anyone who did not get into his or her line by this time would be considered. I was standing next to Erin and Malorie and the flutes Tiffany and Alysha were behind us. There were many more flutes along with clarinets within our lines, but they were talking amongst themselves and I really did not feel like interrupting them. We waited in our lines until everybody got quiet, then Sieja, our drum major, called us to attention by the means of a silver whistle hanging around his neck.
"Tweet, Tweet!" went the whistle
"1! 2!" screamed the entire band.
We were now at attention and began to march toward the big almost football size field. After what seemed like a billion cadences from our drum line, we made it the beginning of the field. Once Sieja put us at relax, or as our band seemed to call it 'parade rest,' Stierman gave us orders that all of the section leaders would come up to him so they could get the drill chart for the songs that we would be playing during halftime. Erin and Malorie went up to him and came back thoroughly amused.
"What is so funny guys?" I asked
"Here, take a look at these drill charts, and you'll see." replied Erin while trying to hold back a laugh.
I took the drill chart from Erin's hand and looked through page after page of the three songs that we were doing for halftime show #1. I looked until I found an unusual and disturbing page of the second song. It was an easy move, everybody including the color guard and drum line has a 'Follow the Leader' for twenty counts. The thing was the result of this move was a huge playboy bunny head. However, this is just what the color guard and the drum line made. The rest of the band made a little smiley face as though to symbolize the fact that this face loves playboy. I started laughing loudly.
"I guess one of our band directors like porn or obscure images…," said Malorie
"But aren't they the same thing?" I asked
Erin and Malorie then immediately gave me the "Although that was really funny, we are not going to laugh because we are so much better than that look" Look.
"Now section leaders please get your section in their respective places so we can learn this drill." called Stierman through a mega phone
As Erin places me in my spot, I could not help but think, Hee! Stierman likes porn. I will laugh if it was gay porn…ewww…now that is a gross image, YUCK!
As I was musing about my teacher, I was not quite aware of my surroundings around me. I was Clarinet #5, on the drill chart, and I was near Clarinet #12, a tall, dark brown haired, blue eyed, sophomore named Ryan, Flute #8, Alysha, and Clarinet #7 Erin. I really didn't know much about Ryan, just that he played the clarinet, and was kinda cute… We were all in squares, odd-looking squares. It was even weirder, because I was in the far right corner, Alysha was next to me in the far left, and the two lanky people, Erin and Ryan, were in front of Alysha and me. It was even somewhat amusing.
Our first huge (and easy) move of the drill was, a slide 15 to the right, mark time for 4 counts, and the Forward march for 12 counts didn't exactly work on the first try, the second, or even the third try. The stupid, I mean blonde colorguard caused this redoing. So naturally, our square made jokes about the colorguard and how dumb and uncoordinated they were. I mean, I liked some of them, but the others are like those preps that are like "OMG! I absolutely love your hair today, but what did you ever do to it!" When in reality the girl that they are speaking to just put her hair up in a messy ponytail or ran a comb through her hair, because it was windblown.
We finally got the drill down, and one drill turned into two drills and two drills turned into an entire song. This whole process alone took about a half-an-hour of the two and a half hours time we spent marching. Because of our good work, Stierman gave us a water break. I walked across the huge filed and made it to a little blue tent that housed water jugs, suntan lotion, insect repellant, and a first aid kit in case someone got a bad scrape or got stung by a bee. It was not that warm outside, but the sun was still beating down on us, so I decided to put on suntan lotion. The problem was I was not thinking as I was putting the lotion on my face and as a result, I got it in my eyes. Thankfully, I did not have my contacts in, but my eyes felt as though they were on fire. Our first aid kit did not have eyewash, so I asked Stierman if I could go to the bathroom so I could flush my eyes with water. A few minutes later when I returned, I could not see; my vision was all blurry. I took my place back in the formation for our third song, a big square that had little circles at the vertices of the square.
After we finished going through the two songs that we put on the field, the other one was a standstill song, the remaining two hours were gone. It was almost twilight and about 9:00 at night. I grabbed my clarinet, which held my flip folder, and my water bottle. The scenery that surrounded us was awesome. It seemed as though the world around us had been engulfed by this mysterious element called the darkness. I could tell that I was walking on grass, but I could not tell if it was green or black. As I was in awe of this new changed world, I almost did not see the sand volleyball court that was about twenty yards away form the 'football field.' Luckily, no one saw me almost running into the court.
Once the whole group of us made it back to the courtyard, the group went in cliques and starting talking amongst themselves. This affair was broken when Stierman and Fritz came up to us.
"Group! Hey, look over here, please?" called Stierman.
We quieted down and turned towards the both of them.
"Ok. Now that we have quieted down, I want to congratulate you for some excellent work. We got a whole show on the field tonight. Now, you guys, I believe you have a fifteen minute break until we have a full band sectional. For the freshman, and you 'older' and more 'mature' band members, this sectional lasts for about an hour. Then you have the rest of the night to yourselves. Just, don't do anything that I would do tonight, ok?
Stierman then glanced over at Fritz and gave him a wink, not just a wink, a flirtatious wink. He then continued what he was saying.
"Do you all understand?" We nodded in agreement. "Good, we will see you all in 15 minutes."
With that final statement, half of the group went in the brown building to use the bathroom or to grab a pop. The rest of the group wandered around the grounds talking to each other. Fifteen minutes later, then we assembled ourselves into the brown building and started playing our shows and our pregame music as well. Nothing exactly stimulating happened during this hour, so I'll skip it.
After this hour, we now had the rest of the night to do whatever we wanted to do. I decided to take a fast shower so I could wander around the courtyard. When I returned to the courtyard, there were people playing volleyball on the court where we initially put our belongings, people were in this huge circle of chairs either talking about randomness, sharing stories, gossiping, playing cards, or just spending the night alone from their parents with their friends. I joined Alysha, Cher, who is a colorguard member, Lee, who is a junior and one of the piccolo players, Ryan, and James aka Jim who plays the saxophone and is also a freshman. I found that they were all talking about Stierman. The bad thing was I joined in the weird part of the conversation.
"Dude, did you see Stierman give that 'wink' to Fritz before our sectional?" asked Alysha
"I know! Being an expert of body language that wink means 'Oh baby, oh baby, I want you, need you, oh baby, oh baby! Or, I could be completely wrong, and Stierman just had something in his eye." exclaimed Cher
"Wait a minute. Um, didn't we find out that he is married? I mean hello. His wife could already have a kid for all we know. I just think he is a tease, or had something in his eye like Cher said." Lee answered definitely.
"He could be bisexual-who would make Fritz...gay, but as we know, there is nothing wrong with that is there Lee? Ryan said with an evil look on his face
"Hey Ryan, for your information I am over this person who I adored. So there, heck, I am even straight. 'Come to think of it, I wasn't even gay before hand; I think you are the one who should be thinking about sexuality problems. Whatever happened between you and Andrew?" Lee replied with the same evil look as Ryan had
"Um, n-nothing happened, um n-n-nothing at all. J-Just two boys' h-having fun in an m-midsummer night's d-dream, that's all." replied Ryan who was turning a bright red.
Conversation was stopped for a few moments, as all of us stared at Ryan, with a look that said, "FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, PLEASE DON'T GIVE US ANY DETAILS REGARDING YOUR MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM WITH ANDREW."
"Look, guys are we gonna talk about this wink or are you two gonna fight until bed time?" Cher asked impatiently
"Hey, I got an idea! How about us, meaning all of us sneak out of our cabins tonight and make our way to the teacher's cabin. Then we could see if Stierman really wanted Fritz, is a tease, or he just had something is his eye. Who is with me?" I asked thoughtfully
There was brief silence, a few cricket chirps, then…
"OMG! Let us do it. That would be so much fun. Let us meet at 1:00 a.m. by the cafeteria," exclaimed all of them.
With that, it was time to go back to our cabins. I could not wait to see if anyone was right with his or her predictions. This was gonna be one weird night…
Ok, sorry for not updating. I was busy, had school, no ideas, no time, etc. I know this chapter is sooo long, but hey at least it is a chapter. I hope you all enjoy! Chapter 6 will be up ASAP, until then please R&R.
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