Disclaimer: Band ownership is relative. Can you really own band? And you can't own people. I don't own any of the mentioned herein, and if most of them found out what I did to them, they'd kill me. I do own all the puns and Bandtopia though. That being said...

A/N: This is all based loosely on a true story! Also if you love it (which I KNOW you will) read the sequel written by Bressa W. , coming soon! Matt isn't through yet!

Once upon a time in a far away place called Bandtopia there was a group of people called the Bandians. They were free to make music, march, and make merry. However, not all the citizens were happy...one evil baritone sought the destruction of his fellow citizens. For years, he plot their ultimate down fall, knowing that his time would come. Cory, a dictator who was an immigrant from sectionleadertopia, was what really pushed him over the edge. He would quickly dominate the Land of the Low Brass and Matt couldn't handle that. Matt decided Cory must go down at all costs. But I'm getting way ahead of myself, aren't I? I should probably start from the beginning. Because if you're going to tell a story then that's usually the best place to start, right?

Bressa, my trusted (if not somewhat goofy) sidekick, and I (Stormy) were called to our benevolent king on a super secret mission. Riding into the neutral land between sections on our donkeys (yes, donkeys, recent budget cuts had made getting a horse nearly impossible) we knew that it must be serious. King Mobley summoned us into the inner chamber of the castle which was basically a vast theater with the two thrones set on a huge stage. Queen Mc informed us of their recent suspicions involving the evil baritone and his plots to take over Bandtopia. We learned of the baby, D.J., prince of the kingdom who would be put in danger by this plan. He was key to a future battle between good and evil, the forces of dark and light, but that's another story. At this point I knew I could not walk away from the mission.

Assuming a heroic pose, I attempted to reassure King Mobes. "I..."Pause. Big smile directed at his royal highness. "Excuse me your majesty." I said with a big smile and a salute.

"Bressa," I whispered urgently, "As my super sidekick you could at least play the music when needed!"

"It's jammed," she hissed back, fumbling with the tape recorder.

"I can help," beamed Princess Miles (the heir to Mobley's thrown) grabbing his Barisax and playing the Star Spangled Banner as my background music. I hate to admit it but it worked.

"Excuse me? Excuse me?" Bressa screeched in rage, "I'm the super hero sidekick here! Not you! In case you didn't notice this cape around my shoulders? Do you have a cape? I don't think so!"

Princess Miles gave a dignified sniff, "Well you didn't seem to be doing a very good job." he smoothed out his not-so-frilly dress.

Just then the soap box magically appeared (never mind how, it just did) and I knew this was going to be a long mission. As Bressa stepped onto it the lights dimmed. Mac and Mobley oohed and ahhed as if they were at a firework show. Man, I should have taken that last job offer that I got. But, nooo I thought to myself 'Dress up like a bat and fight crime? How stupid!' Now look at Batman, making millions of dollars and where am I? Here in the land of the cross-dressing hierarchies.

"I," she put a hand dramatically to her chest just as sad music began to play from the tape recorder. Oh, sure, it worked for her! "Never asked for this life. Just like all the other little barisaxes I just wanted to grow up like a normal bandian! But nye, that destiny was not for I. Life is cruel..." Bressa even had the whole single tear roll thing down! "But I have accepted my destiny and I wi-."

Really I didn't want to have to do this to her, but she was out of control! From my Big Band Bag I pulled out the Sousaphone of Silence. Playing a B natural, the most lethal of all bass cleft notes, I was able to silence Bressa before the soapbox got unstoppable.

"King Mobes," I snapped, now frustrated and in no mood to make a bandriotic speech, "Bressa and I will be happy to stop Matt."

"Excellent!" Kind Mobes clapped his hands together then a frown wrinkled his brows. He leaned towards me, "Stormy, this is a really big assignment so you may need some help. I will personally employ someone to help you."

Suspiciously, I glanced over at Bressa who was moaning something along the lines of 'woe is me'. "Um, Mobes I know you always have the best intentions at heart but...will this person actually be able to help me?"

"Oh I think you will find her quite helpful in your quest to stop Matt. I will send her to your apartment tonight."

"The Band Cave," I corrected him. How did anyone expect me to run a proper super hero business if they didn't even respect my puns?

"Right, The Band Cave," Mobes suddenly got serious, "I must warn you that this mission may require you to go back...back to band class!"

"Dum, dum, dum!" Miles' saxophone boomed. Bressa let out a silent roar and jumped for him. I sighed and pulled out my Baritone of Binding.