Unzip My Jacket (mind out of the gutters, people…)
Author's Notes: This chapter was totally hard to do, and for all of you who know the show, you know why… Yeah, "Light My Candle" has worse innuendo than band, so I'm doing the best I can…I hope you like it. I'm not going to establish sections for this one, but I will say whether the character is male of female…
Oh, this is dedicated to Wes and Ricky; Wes for bursting out in the one particular line…and Ricky for trying to keep a straight face when he does, and trying to act like he knows what's going on…Which I know he doesn't, so yeah.
After the show, we all crowd on to the bus in a frenzy to take off the disgustingly heavy band jackets and the uncomfortable white pants and replace them with something more comfortable and weather appropriate. It is utter chaos; shoes, hats, instruments, gloves, garment bags-the whole shebang. Everything thrown everywhere. During this particular changing session, two bus-mates discover something; a band romance, possibly?
M: Where's my bag?
F: To the right
M: I know you? You're-you're worrying.
F: It's nothing, I can't find my seat
And I'm just a little weak on my feet
Could you unzip my jacket-
What are you staring at?
M: Nothing-your hair in the moonlight
You look familiar, can you make it?
F: Just can't see much today,
At least my head's stopped spinning
Anyway, what?
M: Nothing, your eyes reminded me of
F: They always remind people of-what's your tale?
M: At band camp, the warm summer grass
F: I need help again, (he leans to unsnap the other snap) sorry you have to bend
Could you unzip my jacket?
M: Well,
F: Yeah? Ow!
M: Oh the snap, it's-
F: sticking, sometimes you have to…
M: got it, you're all set.
Oh well, goodnight.
(She leaves to search for her seat, but comes back a moment later)
M: You need help again?
F: No, I think that I dropped my sash.
M: I know I've seen you play clarinet-
I think that we've met.
Find it yet?
F: I'm crazy-
I had it when I walked through the door
I was sure! Is it on the floor?
M: The floor?
F: They say that I have the best ass not on the band front, is it true?
M: What?
F: You're staring again
M: Oh no, I mean you do-have a nice, I mean,
You look familiar
F: You know I'm just kidding
M: I could tell by your smile,
But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else
F: Do you go to the football games; that's where I play-and march-help me look!
M: Yes! At which yard line are you?
F: On the twenty.
M: I didn't recognize you without the hat on.
F: Could you unzip my jacket?
Oh won't you unzip my jacket?
M: Why don't you forget that stuff,
You look like you're thirteen
F: I'm fifteen, but I'm young for my age
I'm just born to be in band.
M: I was also born to be in band
I used to worry like that
F: I can't find my seat, I told you.
M: I used to fret
F: Can't find my sash
M: Uh huh-I used to be a joker
F: Now and then I like to…
M: Uh huh
F: Play jokes
M: (Finds her garment bag) Here it, um
F: What's that?
M: Someone else's bag
F: You didn't unzip the jacket,
Could you just unsnap the last snap?
M: That was the last snap
F: There still isn't light, well, thank God for the moon
M: Maybe it's not the moon at all, we haven't left the stadium
F: (mutters to herself) It's cold out, so cold out. (he reaches over to hold her hand-this takes her by surprise)
M: Cold hands
F: Yours too; cold…from your instrument?
M: You want to sit?
F: With you?
M: No, with my instrument
No argument?
F: I guess you're,
I guess you're all right. (she sits down and the bus leaves)
Author's Notes: Aww, it's so sweet, I know. It's not nearly as bad as the original, that's for sure…I modified your line, Wes, but you'll have to deal with it. Ha ha. Well, luckily for these two, there aren't any annoying little eighth graders on the bus to torment them during the ride, unlike the bus I know…Just kidding, they're fun. Well, I hope you like this one; Today 4 U should be up soon, once I get all my ideas gathered…I think Doc's going to sing that one, because he always puts the band first, so I think it's fitting. As always, review, please!