Author's Notes: Alright, this is a totally random idea that popped into my head one night after a week of sleep deprivation at band camp, so I thought it might be fun to try it out and see how it goes. Ok, this is going to be a Marching Band/RENT parody (I guess would be the best word). My MB stories are going to be told (with their original characters) in songs from RENT, since I love that musical, and so do many of my fellow marchers. Now, there are only like 12 characters in the entire musical, so characters are going to change, like Roger (the original Roger) may end up being 3 different people in one song, so keep that in mind. With that being said, I give you BAND; the musical.
-BAND-
Instrumentalist #1: How can you do this drill
When this drill's getting even harder each day
Straight lines, half times blow my mind
And now this deadline; remember and play
BAND!
Instrumentalist #2: How can you play a song
When the chords sound wrong
Though they once sounded strong and loud
When the notes are sour, where is the power
You once had to attract a crowd!
Clarinet #1: And this Clarinet won't tune
Clarinet #2: We haven't played since June
All 4: How we gonna play,
How we gonna play,
How we gonna play,
This year's show!
Doc: We've got rookies!
Drum Major: How can you start up a piece
When there's no pick-up note
And it feels like the band won't listen to you
1 Rookie: How can you march on beat
When you can't feel your feet
All Rookies: While you play a tune!
Drum Major: You strike up the band
With a measure
And your left hand
All: How we gonna play
How we gonna play
How we gonna play
This year's show!
The Fox: Don't scream Mr. P,
It's me, the Fox,
Your favorite manager boss,
Hey, hey, hey! Did you see?
Don't change the subject on me,
But, wait! You haven't seen the new drill.
Does it all work out?
Does it work out?
The new podium—
Didn't set up exactly,
There may have been one teeny tiny lock-
You're not calling Doc!
Doc: Why can't you give a command
And expect the band
To lend a hand,
But now they don't know!
'Welcome to the field,'
Our fate has been sealed
The yard lines are gone,
And uh...oh,
This year's show!
Instrumentalist #3: Is he still…?
Instrumentalist #4: (Yeah) on the hill.
All: How we gonna play,
How we gonna play,
How we gonna play,
This year's show?
Mr. P: This year maybe, I won't be bad
A can't believe that group
After everything I've done
Ever since I shortened those skirts,
They'll see, the Band Front will be better
In the long run.
Woodwinds: Drum Major directing,
Drum Major directing,
Can't look away,
Drum Major directing.
(Simultaneously) Brass: The music ignites the night with passionate fire,
(The Fox: Mr. P, I'm not real technical)
The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit.
(The Fox: Could never be real technical)
Look close as they stomp the grass to the ground
And feel the beat of the future's show!
The Fox: Hello?
Doc: Hello? Mr. P?
The equipment won't work?
Ok, alright, I'll go!
Drumline: How do you leave the brass behind
When they keep finding ways to play in your ear?
It reaches way down deep and tears your eardrums out
'Till you can't hear!
Band!
Band Front: How can you connect in an age
Where strangers, directors, rookies, your own section betrays.
All: What keeps the band still marching
When the raging, shifting, beating drums
Change rhythms each day?
Instrumentalist # 5: You forget about band
And have to sit in the stands!
Trumpet #1: Those lines aren't straight!
Flute #1: We have practice at eight
Tuba #1: When they can't get it right,
try not to waste the whole night
Drum Majors and Directors: We're all gonna play
Woodwinds: We're all gonna play
Brass: We're all gonna play
All: This week's show
Next week's show
Our new show!
Band, band, band, band, band,
We're all stuck in band!
Cause everything is band!
So…what did you think? Let me know! Please review! Your opinion really does matter, in my opinion…