BECKY CARLSON
Junior Member
THE PIED PIPER
BARRIE UNIVERSITY FRESHMAN
PIED PIPER
DORMANT
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Post by BECKY CARLSON on Jun 13, 2010 11:07:13 GMT -5
IT'S BEEN A HARD DAY'S NIGHTAND I'VE BEEN WORKIN' LIKE A DOG IT'S BEEN A HARD DAY'S NIGHTI SHOULD BE SLEEPIN' LIKE A LOGBecky was so excited for Band today, more so than usual, in fact. It had taken her an entire year to build up this empire of members, but now that the band room was starting to get uncomfortably packed with members she couldn't help but feel a rush of triumph. SHE had built up this massive flock of musicians to join the ensemble. She knew for a fact that there was nothing near this many members in that stupid art club or whatever the hell Neil was calling it these days.
Looking over the throngs that were quickly trying to take out their assorted instruments and get to their seats with their sheet music before Mr.K officially started rehearsal, she shivered with that "job well done" feeling. Just one look at the number of people who had been so uncultured before they stepped inside this room was astounding. They had gone from being some small little group in the beginning of her high school career to... this, stately lord among bands. They were obviously a cut above every other group of the school.
And she, Becky Carlson, was the one that brought it all to pass. She was like, a mother to this entire group, the one that made it all possible for them to join in this elite club among clubs.
Now, of course, there were a few...undesirables within the mix. A few druggies here and there, a scattered number of people who didn't know the difference between a #C and a ♮B. A couple who were only here because they assumed there would be food at some point, but they didn't matter, right? The ends justified the means, right? If by the end of the year they had a kickass band teeming with members it justified all the druggies and idiots she had to fraternize with to get them to join right?
Of course it was right. It was for the good of the band.
Tags Everyone in Band and Shelby LyricsHard Day's Night ~ The Beatles |
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Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Jun 17, 2010 21:31:15 GMT -5
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Darius Harrisburg grasped the handle of the…what the fuck was this thing called anyway? Ring base? His eyes quickly scanned the giant wooden shit for any clue that could spark his memory, but there was no sign of any fucking ring or anything. Hmmm. Well that just blows, he thought sourly, plucking one of the strings experimentally. They were cold and hard to the touch, like the metal of which the gun stashed in the heel of his boot was fashioned. Not exactly finger sex.
Plus, goddamn it, he’d probably have to know the name of his instrument for the fucking final exam. And probably what those little black lines and dots on the stack of paper he’d been handed earlier (by some sexy-ass blondie bitch) actually meant. Like, seriously? Could any of these fucking chavs actually read that shit? Darius couldn’t, that was fo sho.
Darius ran his tongue along the rim of his honey jar, savoring the sweet tangy sugars that seeped into the cracks and crevices of his mouth, enveloping his tongue in sweet, tender sensation. Now that was hotter shit than any band bitch he was likely to meet ‘round these parts. Uplifted by the new sweetness, he turned to face the band music.
So there were probably fucking, like, twenty bakazillion things he could be doing right now. Aka his stash of dro back in Drake’s dorm that was like, fucking screaming for him right now. Or the fucking smokin’ girls who like, fucking always crashed outside Drake’s dorm. Now that he’d tap any day of the fucking week.
Like that one girl. Mandii? Yeah, that shit was fucking bangin.
At least his home dawg Drake was here with him. When Darius was in a class with Drake, shit was gonna go down.
“Yo nigga,” he called lazily to Drake, pointing to the instrument. “What exactly they callin’ this shit?”
NOTES None WORDS 315
LYRICS Yukmouth-So Ignorant
TAGGED Becky, Drake, other band students
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ! |
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Post by janie0blake on Jun 18, 2010 13:17:00 GMT -5
WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE!It Was Always Burnin'
Since The World's Been Turnin' [/b][/i] _______________________________________________________________________ Janie sighed as she struggled through the masses of frantic people running around her. Because of her size she was bumped into several times and almost knocked over most of those times. People apologized, and a few had to look around at their head level before looking down at her, but most just bumped by without a word to the girl...
And that was starting to tick her off. Really? They couldn't at least mutter a two-syllable word after they hit someone, and she'd had to grab onto one of the snare drums and still ended up going to the floor, clutching her violin to her chest. Some random trumpet thankfully held out a hand to her and she took it with a sigh and a small thanks as she was helped up before finally reaching her seat. She set down the music in front of her and started playing up her scales, tuning the violin as she did. She started playing through the piece, wincing at the missed notes, then turning to the row behind her where Darius and Drake sat.
Why they joined band, she just didn't get. Then again... Janie didn't really get why SHE joined band either. She couldn't exactly remember... She was pretty sure that it'd been when she'd been high as fuck one day and she'd brought her violin to school because she felt like she needed it. It just seemed so, so lonely sitting in her corner... And there had been a spider on it! Her violin, which she'd somehow named Hannibal that day, could not be used as a spider home! She spent half of the day hugging the case to her chest and humming some random latin shit she'd heard playing the other day. Anyways, the blonde chick up front had spotted her and... what did she do again? Oh yeah, she started rambling on and on about the band and Janie just nodded and signed a sheet of paper she'd been shoved while still humming that song. Probably didn't help that she was taking Latin for her language...
“What exactly they callin’ this shit?”
Janie shook her head from her fantasy and laughed at Darius, standing and walking around the back of her chair to smirk at the two guys. "That's a String Bass, idiot. You joined BAND and you don't even know the name of what you play? That's pretty damn fucked up, if you ask me," she said, flicking his forehead with a small laugh. And then there was Drake. Who probably wasn't even sure what it was called either. Ahh, they were basically the only two she socialized with in band unless she was forced to. Most of the other violins were annoying little preppy bitches and pricks. Most of 'em were girls, too. Now, there were some pretty hot guys in band, she had to admit, but they were always the ones who were knocking her down and not bothering to apologize. If that one bastard who knocked her into the snare drum made the mistake again, she was going to light his little pussy clarinet on fire and throw it right at his fucking dick head.
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Post by hook on Jun 23, 2010 18:51:15 GMT -5
Everywhere I goBitches always know That Drake SterlingHas Got SomethingFor Every Single Ho Drake stared into space, struggling to keep standing, let alone concentrate on anything important. His arm was wrapped around the large instrument type thing for support, he was using it as his crutch.
Hoooooly shit. He really needed to stop getting that fucked up every night. Of course, the buzz was fucking great, but this whole hangover shit was helll. Especially now. it felt like every inch of his body was simultaneously on fire and trying to kill every other part of his body at the same time.
And his head, ooooh god, his HEAD was frickin' getting split open. With every breath he felt another stabbing shock run through his head. Fuuuuck.
It wasn't helping matters that some little prick was playing a goddamned TRUMPET next to his face. Hardly even thinking, Drake's hand shot out and wrenched the collar of the kid over to him, dragging him out of his seat to make his point known.
"Play that fucking horn again and I will kill you, your friends and your family. Got it?"
Dropping him like a hot potato, Drake went back to moaning under his breath. Jesus Christ, what the hell was he even doing here? Shouldn't he be getting high or sleeping or something in his dorm right now?
Oh, right, that brunette chick had told him that he had a good chance of gettin' some if he joined. What was it again? Oh, right. Band. Okay, that would be friggin' easy to pass, right? It was just like Hollywood undead. They didn't like, hafta sing or anything, right? He just had to kinda stand there and pretend he knew what he was doing.
“Yo nigga,What exactly they callin’ this shit?”
Drake grunted in response, trying not to do anything to sudden or else he would bring on another wave of nausea. He couldn't handle any more pain or else his body might just wrench itself apart.
"Man, who the fuck KNOWS? Who cares?"
Tags~Shelby, Janie, darius & Becky Lyrics~Everywhere I Go-Hollywood undead (with tweaks) |
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Post by shelbykale on Jun 24, 2010 11:18:05 GMT -5
well, teacher says `he's twice my age
HEY TEACHER COULD YOU EASE MY PAIN?
[/i][/SIZE]  I can only watch you so long, so long
HEY TEACHER! -- WHO'S YOUR TEACHER'S PET?--------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------[/center] [/b] He let them file in and take their seats and music stands. When the bell rang for class to begin, he closed the door and clapped his hands to gain their attention. "Oy, oy! Settle down. We have a busy day, so let's not waste any more time than we ought already. Grab your instruments and open the piece on the board." Mr. Kale grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote the name of the piece the class would attempt to play onto the black board. Shostakovitch-Symphony#5. They had been attempting to work up to playing this piece all year. The symphony is approximately 45 minutes in length with four movements - if they could make it through the first two and not butcher the opening motif, Dave Kale would be very happy indeed. He rubbed at his temples, leaving white-gray smudges from the chalk and mentally prepared himself for another day of class. [/ul][/SIZE][/font] |
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BECKY CARLSON
Junior Member
THE PIED PIPER
BARRIE UNIVERSITY FRESHMAN
PIED PIPER
DORMANT
Posts: 77
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Post by BECKY CARLSON on Jul 2, 2010 12:16:34 GMT -5
IT'S BEEN A HARD DAY'S NIGHTAND I'VE BEEN WORKIN' LIKE A DOGIT'S BEEN A HARD DAY'S NIGHTI SHOULD BE SLEEPIN' LIKE A LOGLitte breath in through the nose, big breath out from the mouth. Repeat. She needed to get in the zone for proper playing. She couldn't let anything distract her. Everything had to be PERFECT for Mr. K. She had to have her breathing in perfect accordance with the piece' inserted rest and breath marks, and she had to be playing in top condition.
“What exactly they callin’ this shit?”
Becky choked in her breathing, coughing quietly while her eyes sytematically scanned the room until she found the offensive prick who thought he could get away with saying something that STUPID in her Mr. K's band room.
There. Waaay in the back, hidden in the bass section was Darius Harrisburg. Good lord. Even stuffed into the back of the room, Becky still heard his exclamation of pure idiocy as clear as a bell.
She restrained herself from getting up right then and there to give him a half hour long dissertation on the importance of String Bases in a well-rounded instrumental group. She didn't have time. She had to be practicing her breathing NOW before Mr K came up and starte-
"Oy, oy! Settle down. We have a busy day, so let's not waste any more time than we ought already. Grab your instruments and open the piece on the board."
Too late. Becky had to keep herself from hyperventilating as she stonily opened up her music folder. This was wrong. She NEVER started playing after coughing like that! It was a cardinal rule of playing! She had to fix this.
"Mr. K?"She whispered vainly trying to get his attention."Mr K! I need to talk to you! About some certain members of the band! Mr. K!"
She needed tog et his attention before the band started playing, otherwise her performance would SURELY suffer and she would be forced to live with a terrible playing record weighing on the back of her mind for the rest of her life.
That would NOT be allowed to happen, she would be sure of it. And after band practice she would find a way to pay back that dipshit in the back for messing her up with his idiotic questions.
Tags Everyone in Band and Shelby LyricsHard Day's Night ~ The Beatles |
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Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Aug 28, 2010 20:10:38 GMT -5
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"Oy, oy! Settle down. We have a busy day, so let's not waste any more time than we ought already. Grab your instruments and open the piece on the board."
As the sour medley of warm-up notes began to blare through the room, Darius yanked open the piece of music he’d just received. This was the most fucking dumbass thing in the entire god damn world. Seriously man? It was just a bunch of little black blobs and white lines and little words. Apparently it was written by some doucheback named Dmitri? Dmitri? That wasn’t a name for an old music dude. That was a name for an old bastard who stood by the side of the fucking road in a little white van and raped little kids for fucking candy.
Oh God damn it, was he gonna get raped by playing this piece? Not that he was gonna play it because goddamn it, he didn’t even know how to hold this ring taste thing. And it was arranged or whatever by some dude named John, and it was called…what the hell was that shit? Shmosti...Dosti...Smansh...koch...fuck it. What the fuck? If he couldn’t even say the name of the piece, then how the frick was he supposed to play it? Jesus Christ. This was the most fucked up class he’d ever signed up for.
"That's a String Bass, idiot. You joined BAND and you don't even know the name of what you play? That's pretty damn fucked up, if you ask me.”
Darius flicked her back with one hand while scooping honey into his mouth with the other. “Hey hey girl. Don’t be hatin’ cause I’m baitin’.” He winked and ran a finger surreptitiously through her hair, then snatched it back before she could make eye contact, turning back to his…”string bass.” Or whatever the fuck.
Janie. That was another upside to this shitbag of a class. That bitch was fucking hot shit. Had a pretty nice stock of dope too, if you got to her. Catch of the day, man. He grinned and winked at his homie Drake.
"Man, who the fuck KNOWS? Who cares?"
Darius raised two hands, as if the fucking popos had just busted his bang or somethin’ or other. “Hey man, just asking. According to the chick it’s called a staw…a bling…damnit. Hold on.” God damn it. She’d just told him. Jesus Christ, he needed some skunk. He tapped Janie on the shoulder again. “Hey, uh, sorry ‘bout this, but what the fuck’s this called again? And also, that’s some mighty fine hair you got goin’ on there today. Among other things.” Another wink.
NOTES Sorry it took so long!
WORDS 438
LYRICS Yukmouth-So Ignorant
TAGGED The Usual Suspects
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ! |
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