DISCLAIMER! Urbanscape is not belong to me! It belongs to the Almighty Mr. Helm and I am not making any money off of the title!
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Well, to move things right along, the marching band won all but one of their competitions. Dib and Zak's romance was kept under wraps, though they seemed to see each other all the time. Also, to shuffle things along, Indoor drumline started up once again. To everyone's surprise, the loved the idea for this year.
The show was called Urbanscape (© to Mr. Helm…seriously) and was based on, well, duh, the city life and whatnot. Everyone had the music down and they quite enjoyed the show. Mr. Helm had even worked the metal trash cans into the show. Everyone had an assigned role to play as well, someone you would find in a big city. There was a Goth, a cop, a detective, a vet, a disgruntled worker, a beatnik, a construction worker, a butcher, a military person, a business man, a grocer, a doctor, a painter, a hobo (X3), and a gansta…with Zim being the military person, Dib being the vet, and Zak being the business man.
Also, everything got switched around. Dib ended up in the pit, Zak on the biggest bass drum, and Zim on snare. All who, surprisingly, loved their new views of the line. Ok, so Zak and Dib couldn't make goo-goo eyes at each other when no one was looking anymore, but at least Zak got to see Dib's ass ALL THE TIME. So, there was one good thing…
Well, they all arrived at skool on Saturday for their first competition of the year. They made quick work of tearing everything down and putting it in all the cars that could carry the equipment. (See, at this point in time, they were too poor to afford an equipment truck…) Then they headed out to the hi skool they were to perform at. This time, it was T.J. skool of Science! and Technology. They unloaded everything and put it back together and were ushered into a practice room. Mr. Helm yelled, screamed, and jumped up and down, throwing his sticks like always. (He gets kinda edgy before every competition…) But, then a runner came into the practice room.
"H.F. Drumline?" she asked.
"Yes?" said Mr. Helm, calming almost instantly.
"It's time, another line is on their way to warm up…" she replied. Mr. Helm nodded and the line gathered up everything. They went to the back of the gym where the drumline before them was already playing…and they sounded really good…
Mr. Helm could tell the worried faces on the line members, "Look, just go out there and do your best. You'll be fine, I'm sure everyone in the stands will like your show, even if the judges don't…" Everyone seemed to relax a little bit, but soon became antsy…
Then, everything was silent. The drummers knew exactly what to do now, so they made a break for it, heading into the gym. They set up as much as they could at half court, then as soon as the timing judge said to go for it, got for it they did. They set up the pit, drums and scenery in under a minuet. Then the Almighty Voice came over the loud speaker!
"Is your drumline ready?" she asked. Tommy (Marimba), who was the construction worker, pulled out a tape measure, nodded his head and put it back on his belt. "H.F. Drumline, you may now take the floor in competition.)
And so they started. Everything went smoothly, until the middle. Everyone broke and the pit headed to the 'Expresso' bar for a coffee. The Goth and the detective got into a fight…the Asian grocer passed out and the doctor tried to bring him around. First, the doctor slapped him a few times, then lifted him up off the ground and dropped him…He was finally able to bring him around with a 'Pile Driver' (sp? Is that even the correct move? Oo;) to the stomach…The hobo was trying to make some money by playing the 'ghetto' quads that were make out of coffee cans. The military person stopped him and made him watch.
Then came the trash can section. The battery got trash cans and the pit got plastic buckets to beat on. The pit did some weird type jungle dance wile they played before the final beat was struck and the slow section faded into the finale.
Boom! They finally hit the very last note and they were done, they made haste and got out of there. The crowd was going crazy! They were so loud that the announcer couldn't even be heard when she came over again to announce once again that that was H.F Drumline reigning from Alexandria VA. And every drummer had a stupid grin on their face. They headed for the back of the building and started to tear everything down once again so it could be packed up.
Mr. Helm had to smile, "Did you notice that T.J. and T.E. were standing and cheering for you?" he asked the drummers. This just made everyone ecstatic. They returned to the gym and watched the other groups in their division play, but as they did, they were becoming more depressed…they seemed so much better…
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Overall, it wasn't so bad. T.E. got first, T.J. got second and H.F. got third, not bad for the first competition. Not to mention there were 15 other bands there.
So they went to Chili's® to celebrate. It was nice, but they had a long way to go if they were ever going to win first, and they would get it, hopefully…
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Well, now you all know I'm NOT dead, just laying low for a while. School work and such. There will be another chapter soon after this one, but after that, who knows…I'll let you know when I find out. Also, I've been working on another story that is of my own creation and will most likely be posted on my devart account. Just for the record.