So, Marching Season's over, yet us band kids remain closer than ever, and remain crazier than ever. One lunch in particular...
Le Baby Drop!
We hurried up the stairs, with a number of people already beginning to follow us. We continued to tell them to go down stairs and to watch us from below, but they insisted on watching us from behind the one time act.
Finally arriving to the edge of the balcony, our friends gathered around with their cameras, to videotape and take pictures of the event (and undoubtedly to put them on youtube). As Butao and the others began to scream "Drop it!", they began to attract more attention to them and us on the top of the small balcony.
Eventually, in just 2 minutes of standing up there, sweating in the costumes of Britney Spears and K.Fed, more than a hundred people gathered below us, chanting "Drop it, drop it!".
It was Spirit Week in our school, and the day was "Dress as a celebrity day". Being the unique band kids that we are, we decided to dress up as Britney Spears and Kevin Federline, complete with a fake baby.
We had grabbed so much attention that I could see that throughout the whole courtyard and even beyond it to the fields, people were staring at us, with some walking toward us and adding to the growing crowd beneath us.
Everyone was getting excited, waiting for us to drop the plastic baby. Butao and the rest our our friends only added to the commotion.
"Drop the baby!'
"Drop the baby!!"
"Drop the baby!!!"
I talked to "Britney Spears", my friend in all this chaos.
"Stop stalling already, because any minute now, one of them is going to get up here and throw the baby themselves!", I said.
She looked apprehensive.
"Well, it's either now or never!!! And it's got to be now, no matter what!!" I yelled, trying to make myself heard over the cheers and screams of the crowd.
I finally gave in and started the countdown.
"Five!!", I shouted, holding up five fingers.
"No, you idiot, not now!", Britney yelled at me.
While we bickered about dropping it, the crowd continued the countdown.
"4!!!", they screamed.
"They're still counting!" She looked unsure.
"3!!!" they cheered below us.
"C'mon, just do it!"
"2!!!"
"The baby is going down!" She yelled out to the courtyard.
"1!!!!!!"
To be continued….
A/N: This is what happens when marching season ends.. How else are we going to release the random-ness that flows through our veins?