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Day 4
After the windows in the café got replaced, Stacy returned the last practice before the Super Bowl and stood on the milk crate.
"Let's try this one more time." she said. "Winds!"
That sounded bad.
"Brass!"
Even worse.
"Majorettes!"
Stacy started to lose hope.
"Drums!"
Clearly, they didn't even know you weren't supposed to blow into the drumsticks, leaving Stacy nearly getting impaled by fourteen pairs of drumsticks.
"Okay. so we haven't improved since the first night-" Stacy started to say. "New theory. Maybe if we play very quietly, no one will hear us."
"Well maybe we wouldn't sound so bad if some of us weren't trying to play with BIG MEATY CLAWS!" interrupted Nohr.
"What did you say to me you?" the warden asked.
"BIG MEATY CLAWS."
"Well I should have you know these 'claws' aren't just for saxophone!"
"Bring it on!"
"No people." Olivia said, stepping between the two. "Let's be smart and bring it off."
"Oh, so now the protégé is going to preach to us." replied Emily.
"People please!" exclaimed Stampy. "I know tensions are-"
Unfortunately, a full out brawl had ensued. Eve the guards were getting in on it. Stacy was trying to calm things down.
"No! Please stop! Nell, put down that trombone! Can you guys do something without causing a massive-"
After ten minutes, the fighting suddenly stopped when Bob looked over at the clock.
"Well, class is over." he said casually. The group filed out of the café and opened the door, where they were met by a very upset looking Stacy.
"Well- you did it." she said. "You took my one chance at happiness and crushed it into tiny bite sized pieces. I really expected more from you people."
Radar, Lukas, Olivia, and Axel looked at each other guiltily.
"Just- don't bother showing up tomorrow. They can just find another band to play. It'll be fine. Thanks-" replied Stacy. "Thanks for nothing."
Stacy walked out of the café upset.
"You're welcome." Axel responded, clueless to what just occurred.
"What kind of people are we guys?" Stampy asked. "That poor woman came to us in her moment of need and we failed her. Hasn't Stacy always been there for us- when it was most convenient for her? Dustin, when Nohr was stuck in that hole after the Witherstorm, who got her out?"
"A fireman." Dustin responded.
"And Harper, when your computer crashed because it got infected with a virus, who fixed it?" Stampy asked.
"Some guy who worked at a mall kiosk?" asked Harper.
"Right. So if we can pretend that Stacy is a fireman, or mall kiosk worker, than we can come together and learn what it truly means to be in a band." replied Stampy.
"Yeah! For the firemen!" exclaimed Reginald.
"Now let's make Stacy proud!" exclaimed Stampy, picking u the baton and getting on the milk crate. "A one, a two-"
It was the day of the performance, and Stacy was in her nicest band uniform, pacing around outside the big field, feeling like she was going to be sick.
"I just hope that-" Stacy said to herself before looking up and seeing Stella looking at her with a smug look on her face. "STELLA ISN'T HERE! STELLA!"
"I just wanted to watch you blow it." Stella replied. "Where's your band?"
"They couldn't make it." Stacy replied. "They- died. In a marching accident yesterday."
"Well then who are those people behind you?" asked Stella.
Stacy turned around and saw- the entire band- Redstonia members along with them- in marching band outfits just like Stacy's, with their instruments.
"THAT WOULD BE MY BAND!" exclaimed Stacy nervously.
"Well Stacy, this is how I expected your band to look." Stella replied. "I hope that the audience brought lots of- ibuprofen."
Stella laughed and walked over to the bleachers.
"Okay people- here we go-" Stacy said, her hands shaking as the halftime show began. "One- two- three- four-"
What came next left everyone very surprised.
The band actually sounded great. Stacy looked in shock. Her band was great! The audience members were loving it!
Stacy looked over at Stella and smirked.
Stella turned around and stormed off the field, having made another sworn enemy.
After the game, the entire band met at Stacy and Stampy's cake and pie shop for a celebration for the great performance. Stacy was immensely proud. Not just because that she had totally given Stella a taste of her own medicine but that she had friends who cared about her. She walked over to Lukas.
"Lukas!" Stacy exclaimed. "Thank you so much!"
"Don't look at me- it was all Stampy's idea!" exclaimed Lukas, looking over at Stampy. "He gathered us all here and encouraged us to practice together!"
"I- I shouldn't take credit- it was a group effort-" Stampy stuttered.
"You brought them all together for me?" Stacy asked. "You are such a sweetheart!"
"Well it was no big-" Stampy stuttered.
"You're amazing Stampy. Thank you." Stacy replied happily, giving Stampy a quick hug before walking off to go congratulate the blaze rods on their guitar solo.
Now that was what Stampy wanted to happen for a very long time.
This is Alice Foreshadow heading back down the rabbit hole!