In Band Class, Before the Tuning…

Still first-person narrative, may be just more random, worthless stuff. I don't even know why I'm posting it. And I do hope nobody has pieced any of this together… though I doubt any of the band members are on this site, but still…

Still with the foul thoughts. Oh dear.

Notes to some of the kind, kind, beautiful reviewers:
Black Pegasus: Usually I don't even wonder what goes on in an oboist's head, which is why mine gets away from me so much… ^_^

Concerned Flautists: You haven't met the flute players in MY band. I've been hit in the head by a piccolo from one of them. THEY ARE EVIL. At least, the piccolo player and the first chair player is. Outside of band, they're nice, though… and OUR drummers don't keep the beat- they just hit things with sticks. Seriously.

Lord Jareth: My oboe says 'Hi' back, and wonders if you're available for lunch next week? Did I mention it talks to me? ^_^

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Blah, blah, blah.

Our evil director. Talk a lot he does. Maybe it'd be more interesting if my attention was not creeping around somewhere in the back of my skull instead of listening to me talk to myself.

Oh! He's telling us how much better the Orchestra is than us again. Riiiight… let's listen to our supposedly GOOD director insult us… not that the Orchestra is bad, but come on! We're the WIND ENSEMBLE! We're the top of the school. Except for, of course, that annoying evil bitch sitting next to me…

…Hmm…

Oh! Good thing I was paying attention. Right. First song of the day. The piccolo player is glaring at me. I don't know why. What did I do? I think back to what I had done all that day… kicked the French Horn player, chased two freshmen down the tennis court… miserably failed an important chemistry quiz…

…crap! When my parents saw that, my doom would be sealed. Sealed! I probably wouldn't survive the lecture! Well… I may survive it but only to be tortured again at a later date…

…wow. My head hurts. Doesn't help that we're now playing 'Heroes Lost and Fallen', just about the worst song any oboist could possibly listen to or see. At least our percussionists can have a lot of fun. Like we have half of the things that this song needs in the percussion section! Ha! They're all in the band room… with the Orchestra. STUPID ORCHESTRA!

Oops!

Gotta pay attention… gotta pay attention…

…hard with the evil duck of hell sitting next to me… hmm…

Something about this entire day has been really screwed up… and for the life of me I can't figure out what it is… It's incredibly distracting…

My oboe is making weird noises. I'm pretty sure it's my fault.

Gotta pay attention… gotta pay attention…

Of course, nobody ELSE notices when the 'oboists' start sounding weird. They assume its part of the gig of having Oboists. I'll show them… trumpets… percussionists… grr…

Okay… the piccolo player is SEVERELY annoying me!

Oooh! Rehearsal's over soon… yeah! Out of band class! Of course, as soon as I'm out, I'll be pissed that it's over, because the end of Band means…

…Spanish… with my wonderful partner, THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED!!

Why does the school insist on putting us together? Is it the oboist's curse? To be attached by the hip? I hate her so much every time I see her my head throbs…

The helpful bell goes off, signaling the end of classes. Meaning our director held us over again.

Damn incompetent fool.

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Oboebyrd: Eh… heh… heh… okay. Thought it'd be interesting to continue this. Hey! I just figured something out! I think I was being flamed! ::Stares in wonder:: Cool!