Thursday, ok today is a little...different.

"FLUTES PAY ATTENTION! JEEZ, YOU NEVER PAY ATTENTION!" That was King Josh, another nickname for our assistant band director. "WE HAVE A PEP-RALLY TODAY AND NONE OF YOU ARE READY! SO PAY ATTENTION."

As usual Lizzie was screwing around with Claudia, her flute, and Billy Bob was stuck in his tuba, and the drummers were trying to come up with a cool beat to play when marching to the gym. Oh...almost forgot, the 8th grade has to play with the 7th graders at their pep-rallies. You see we would have gotten to play at the high school pep-rally, instead of the middle school ones, but some of the teachers didn't like the fact that we were getting out for 2 days, said we were missing too much class or something. So long story short all the 7th grade music was easy so we didn't have to worry, which is why we we're screwing around so much. And as usual the 7th thought that since we didn't have to worry that they didn't have to either.

"8th graders tour supposed to be the top role models on this campus so… STOP SCREWING AROUND." Yep that's King Josh for you strict and to the point, not at all like the g-- band director we had last year.

Well I had to play bass drum in these pep-rallies. Which is ok, but not at all like snare drums. Well the pep-rally wasn't that exciting, but ya this is a good part…

"Ok we need the following students to come down for this pep-rallies game: Marshall Rainer, Scott L…Lan…Laninski, Blaze Johnson, Tyler Brushier, and Vaughn Galyon."

C-R-A-P….notice their all guys…hmm wonder why?

"Ok what you are required to do…is…take this Fruit-by-the-Foot and put one end into your mouth. Then you are going to take the other end and put it into one of these cheer-leaders mouths…"Everybody in the bleachers goes, "OHH", or, "AHH". You know something g-- like that… "…and you are going to eat your way to the cheer-leader and you get to kiss her-mumbles something incoherent- once you reach her-mumbles something incoherent-."

Once she finishes I look to see which cheer-leader I'm stuck with…oh great…Morgan. I look over to the other 4 guys and see that Blaze is stuck with Lindsey, Marshall is stuck with some 7th grader, Tyler is stuck with Lauren Jackson, and Scott is…oh your gonna love this…Scotts stuck with his sister.

I put the Fruit-by-the-Foot in my mouth; Morgan puts her end in her mouth, and put the blind fold over my eyes. When Ms. Brigs starts counting off I feel something pulling at the Fruit thing… when she hits zero I start eating at the fruit thing, although not as fast as if I had been stuck with one of the twirlers. When I reach Morgan I kiss her on the check…not the mouth

And take off the blind-fold to see Ms. Stone, my math teacher, standing there. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Its then that I realize that all the people in the bleachers are laughing.

I look over towards the other 4 to see that there cheer-leaders had been switched out too. Except for Scotts cheer-leader. Well as for Scott he's bent over gagging like a dog that just swallowed a hunk of grass.

Oh well. Well it was pretty boring after that until Marching Practice.

"Ok band, march it from top to bottom."

"AGHH."

"No complaining your about to get a water break."

Well we march it until about one and a half minutes when Ray falls over face-first into the mud. When that happens every body falls over laughing.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWW, I got mud on my brand new shirt and pants."

Just so you know, Ray's kind of g--…really he is.

Mr. Durham- "Umm, Ray, That's not mud."