Consert

OK now i could tell you the dumb story about my band concert and about how we were great and everything was great, but i would much rather tell you about what went on behind the scenes, the things that only the band members know about.

Now if the other band members find out i told you about this they will hang me upside down by my toes, cut out my tongue, and watch as i choke and drown on my own blood, it may sound cruel but i didn't make the rules, i just fear them. So now that i told you what will happen to me pleas keep this on the hush-hush. OK? I can only tell you one story or this might become more of a threat to me and my life so let me begin...

It was Tuesday night 12/4/07 and although i did not have a watch nor did i look at a clock i could guess that the time was around 7:30-8:00. Out side it was dark and would have been pitch black if it hadn't been for the street lights shining in ever corner of the parking lot, it was also snowing like there was no tomorrow and the ground was covered in a thick layer of snow. Inside (where i was at the time) it was bright with the lights above our heads shining at maximum capacity, my band could hear the slight hum of the band before us, playing their lame Christmas music for a silent and controlled crowd. We were all excited about playing next, even if we didn't show it.

Now before i go any further in this story i would like to tell you a smaller story about the girl that sits next to me, to save her from the fate of what our band will do to her if she is in the story that's telling their secrets we will just call her Tammie for now. Well she has a pink folder that has a clear skin thing going over it to give it a holographic effect, and she has been peeling it off sense the beginning of the year. It bugs the crap out of me, not because she is peeling it off but because its taking her so long to get it off, i have been waiting for her to rip the dam thing off of her folder, but she insists on doing it slow and steady. Well back to the real story.

Wile i was on the other side of the table making sure my instrument was OK i hear a large riping noise so i pop my head up and what do you know Jack (not his real name) is ripping the plastic thing off of her folder and she is sitting there laughing. Well I'm excited so i jump up to help and just as he gets it off the bitchy Chorus teacher comes over and demands that we through it away because its against the rules to have it I'm there thinking "what the hell rule is against plastic folder covers?" Well wile me and "Tammie" are walking to the bathroom (that's the only place that we know of that has a garbage) we are cracking up about the whole thing. And when we get back Jack is just as giggly about the whole thing. But when she opens her folder I see there is still plastic stuff on the inside and after i tell Jake he starts to tear it off. I saw that it was a bit broken after him pulling it off but i didn't care so i grabbed the plastic and pulled it too. Well i was not as luck as him his part just broke a little bit mine on the other hand came clean off with a horrid "RIIIP!" noise. Everyone was quiet for what seemed like an eternity and then Jack, Tammie, and I broke into a roar of laughter. Bitchy Chorus lady couldn't stop us from laughing even if she tried, I think even she knew that and that's why she didn't even try. We ran to the bathroom and through away the only evidence of us "breaking a rule" and continued the day like nothing happened.

That is all i can tell, let myself be put at risk of drowning at my next band rehearsal. I hope you enjoyed reading this and may you enjoy a tomarow for you will no longer need to worry about holographic plastic and pink folders.