The One With
the Marching Competition
by
Godeerc VanDrey
Category:
Friends
Genre: General, Humor
Rating: PG
Language: English
Summery: Okay, Part 4 of The
High School Days Series. I’ll try to get
this one and the next one out to you in the next few days (or weeks?). This one features Adrienne (plus quite a few
previous characters), and Annacaye. I
must warn you; I’ve had too much fun with this series, so it will be, I repeat,
I will be very, very silly. Adrienne
will be at the title’s marching competition, and Annacaye will be at some
intercultural festival with dancing.
She’s a good dancer. She likes
being a good dancer. If you don’t know
what she’s gonna do, read on.
A/N: Okay, I’m working my tail off with these fics, and
soon, I’ll have none left to write. Nah. I can still use
people I know in the Altar Ego series.
I’ll be working on it. I’ve still
got a few friends that I haven’t written about.
Oh, and if you’re familiar with who C‑mon really is, this is the big
marching competition we go to. You’ll
see a similarity or two between them.
Scene
1: Outside a Football Stadium
(amidst many band members, Halley donning medieval clothing
meets up with Christopher donning an orange and white band uniform)
Halley:
(horribly cute British accent) Christopher!
Christopher:
Halley. (hugs her) So, you came.
Halley:
Of course. (no accent) Nice duds.
Christopher:
Right back at you.
Halley:
(British) You like?
Christopher:
Yes, and I liked it even more at the play the other night. Where they were appropriate.
Halley:
So, show me around?
Christopher:
You bet. (walks over a group of Lincoln High band
members) The saxophones.
(a group of saxophones are playing an impromptu ensemble)
(Halley
sways)
Christopher:
And, here come the trombones to face off.
(the trombones start a new tune)
Christopher:
And the trumpets aren’t going to be left out, now are they?
(the assemble in an arc and play the national anthem)
Christopher:
Now, they can never do that good at baseball games.
(they walk on)
Christopher: And here we have the flutes and clarinets. Well, the female clarinets, of course.
Halley:
Who are they all huddled around?
Christopher:
Sam Brown. The only
male flute. Kind of makes him a
hero.
(in the group)
Monica:
So, you are so cool.
Isabel:
(A/N: See TOW Incense.) Yeah. It takes a
real man to play flute.
Sam:
(fake modesty) Well, I could play anything I wanted, but the flute is such a
(looks around) beautiful instrument.
Girls:
Ahhhhh.
Halley:
You know, that is
pretty brave of him. (teasing smile)
Christopher:
Moving on, we have the infamous drumline.
(the break into a loud, complex cadence, complete with stick
twirls and other visuals)
Halley:
Wow. So, this is the group you couldn’t
make?
Christopher:
That I didn’t want to.
Halley:
That you didn’t want to.
Christopher:
And, my personal favorite, the front ensemble.
Halley:
Otherwise known as the pit.
Christopher:
No marching, no problem. (grabs a pair of mallets out
of his bag, and plays the xylophone from the front) Ladies?
(offers his mallets)
(a few girls place themselves in front of the keyboard)
Allison:
(a rather tall girl with dark hair) I’m in the mood for a little “Elfin
Melody.” Does the High Pitmaster Marie
Dublin wish to count us off?
Marie:
Thank you. Good idea. 1… 2… 3… 4…
(they break into a simple, upbeat melody)
Halley:
(after they finish, she claps) Beautiful. (to
Christopher) Drum majors?
Christopher:
Yes, Your Highness.
Halley:
Keep it up. (British accent) Flattery is a very
good trait. We might actually start
dating for real.
Christopher:
I rue the day. Wait, “rue” isn’t
good. This is why my SAT English is
still at a 680.
Rachel:
(walking by) By the way, she’s totally right about the flattery thing.
(OPENING
CREDITS; A/N: Just for fun, this time it will include not only the six Friends, but will extend into the second
verse, showing the New Friends; in the next episode, I’ll think up actual
clips)
(COMMERCIAL
BREAK)
Scene
2: Outside a Football Stadium
(Christopher
takes Halley to the drum majors)
Christopher:
Speaking of drum majors… (pulls a yearbook from his
backpack, and flips through it, and shows it to Halley) Look, it’s Adrienne
Kyles, Mrs. Donahue’s Sixth Grade Class, Van Walter Elementary, Class of ’81.
Halley:
She’s adorable!
Christopher:
And here they are. (points, and swiftly puts the
yearbook in his backpack)
(Patrick
is wearing a Zorro costume; Marda and Adrienne are wearing similar, but unique,
red Spanish maiden costumes)
Halley:
Hey, guys.
Adrienne:
Hey, Halley. Guys, this is Halley. You knew that, didn’t you, Chris?
(he returns a sheepish smile)
Halley:
Nice costume.
Marda:
Well, I’ll play rubber and say the same thing.
By the way, good job in the play.
Halley:
Thanks. I’d play rubber, too, but I
haven’t seen you.
Adrienne:
Then you’d best congratulate us now and then leave.
(they laugh)
Halley:
Sorry for saying so, Patrick, but you look kind of…
Patrick:
So?
(Marda
gives her signals behind his back)
Halley:
No. Kind of cool.
(pause) Oh, and girls, how many people have asked for
your… rates.
Marda:
Our rates? Oh.
Adrienne:
Fifty an hour, if you know anyone who’s interested.
Christopher:
(whispers to Halley) And to think, next year we’re
doing Moulin Rouge.
Marda:
Touché.
(Halley
pulls out a prop sword)
(Marda,
caught off guard, pulls out her sword)
(Adrienne
and Patrick follow)
Marda,
Patrick, and Adrienne: All for one, and band for all!
Halley:
Chris, help.
Christopher:
I’m actually kind of for the band. Plus,
all I got is a pair of xylophone mallets.
Patrick:
Charge!
Scene
4: A Ballroom
(a large dinner, with multinational flags all around)
Annacaye:
(walking around) Nice.
(A/N:
This takes place at night, so it is not synchronized with the other story arc.)
Annacaye:
Ooh, punch. (reaches for a punch cup, but a lady slaps
her hand and shows her a note: “Alcoholic” and shows her another punch bowl)
Okay. (to herself) Like I’d get
drunk. (sips the punch; and her face sours,
looks around and spits it back into the alcoholic punch bowl) Ah, they deserve
it if they’re drinking.
(a Hispanic couple walks by speaking Spanish)
Annacaye:
You know, I just realized it’s going to be really hard
to meet guys here. (an attractive Indian man passes
her) Or at least talk to them.
Scene
5: The Marching Competition
(LHS
Marching Band has taken the field)
(they perform songs from The
Mask of Zorro; they also walk around a lot in lines and form all sorts of
groups, while flag girls dances around waving flags; the drum majors stand on
ladders and direct; the pit is situated at the front sidelines)
(the winds all put down their instruments and start dancing
in a choreographed sort of way)
(Monica,
in the front row, falls over and somersaults, interesting enough back into a
standing position, but looking very wobbly at that)
(Patrick,
very concerned at this occurrence looks back and forth to his female
counterparts, and they just give him wide eyes and signal for him to continue
directing)
(the band continues, and the pit instruments are pushed back
to center field)
(the pit and drumline start to perform a cadence, including a
few visuals with sticks, not to mention a few unintentional ones)
(Allison
is banging away on her keyboard when the crossbeam collapses; she catches it
and she continues to play with one hand while holding it with the other hand
until a couple of auxiliary band members come to fix it)
(Christopher,
pounding on the timpani (kettledrums), during a double hit, finds his mallets
airborne, though he catches them, desperately trying to continue)
(Marda,
now center stage, is visibly sweating)
(Mr.
Cord takes a bottle out of his coat and takes a sip)
(as a finale, Isaias whacks the
living heck out of the gong, which in addition to causing the entire percussion
section to rumble, it unbalances the drum majors, who pull out their swords in
desperation before falling to the ground backwards)
(Mr.
Cord takes a larger sip, and passes it along to the assistant directors, then
to a man dressed in raggedy clothes who happens to be at the end)
Scene
6: The Intercultural Dinner
(a group of Russian waltz dancers congregates on the dance floor)
(music begins to play)
(they dance gracefully)
Annacaye:
(from her seat) Easy. (there is a Hispanic boy her age
sitting across the table) Yo.
Boy:
Tú?
Annacaye:
Can… (points to him) you… dance? (makes
dancing movement and points to the dancers)
Boy: Sí, sí, sí.
Mi papa me enseñó a bailar.
Annacaye:
Yeah, whatever. Dance with me.
Boy:
¿Qué?
(Annacaye
grabs him and starts to waltz with him, with more exaggerated movements than
the Russians)
(people clap)
Scene
7: Outside the Football Field
(Christopher,
Daniel, Matt, Phillip are walking with James, hobbling on crutches)
Christopher:
(with the yearbook again) Can you guess who this is?
Matt:
It’s Adrienne!
Daniel:
That’s honkin’ crazy.
What about the other two?
Christopher:
Later. I only have so much time between
copying down my homework from my calculator and solving the space-time
continuum.
James:
Chris, you’re not gonna solve it in ten
dimensions. Give up and look for more
blackmail material.
(time lapse)
Matt:
Well, we were worried that Monica would hurt the show because James is on
crutches. Instead, she falls over.
James:
(half defending her, half teasing) Lay off.
I’m sure she’s getting enough heat at it is.
Daniel:
Look out, James. Ex-girlfriend
at
Matt:
Coast is clear. As I
was saying…
Daniel:
Uh-oh, another one,
Matt:
Wow, somebody has it in for you. Two in a row.
Christopher:
Make that three, no… four. Your last two,
James:
(to the girl as they pass) Hey, Cammy. Hey,
Cammy and
(the others come back)
Daniel:
Wow, I guess he said, “Let’s just be friends.”
James:
Of course. What’s so funny?
(A/N:
Wow, a blooper within my own fic series.
I’ve already used this joke.
Pathetic, aren’t I?)
(the rest look at each other)
Phillip:
Hey, current girlfriend,
(the look at him, and he’s staring at his watch)
Phillip:
What? It’s
(they repeat the process a little bit faster)
Amber:
(a tall redhead; walks up to where the guys were, with a friend) Hey, where
they going? I though Phillip saw us.
Katie:
(very cute brown-haired girl) He did.
They all did. They’re running.
Amber:
Oh, he’s gonna pay for that. C’mon. (she runs off)
Katie:
If I had joined band, I would have come here.
I joined choir instead; my best friend (inadvertently switches to a
Cajun accent) dates a band member, and I have come here. (rolls
her eyes and runs after Amber)
(COMMERCIAL
BREAK)
Scene
8: The Intercultural Dance
(Annacaye plops down, energized; her dance partner collapses beside her)
Annacaye:
Wasn’t that fun?
(her partner’s head is on the table; he takes his glass of
water and splashes it on himself, and rolls out of his chair onto the floor)
Annacaye:
I hate when they do that.
Announcer:
Let’s have a warm thank for the Moscow Waltz Symphony!
(cheering)
Announcer:
And our own little redheaded waltz professional. (Annacaye beams) And now, let
me introduce to use the Argentine Tango Experts.
(they dance)
Annacaye:
(continues to look bored) Easy. Hey, José Mexicano. Ah, never mind. (looks
around the room before settling on Chinese youth looking at the tango dancers
curiously. (walks over) Wanna
dance.
Youth:
Shi kaa wa
chi sawi li’i.
Annacaye:
You bet. (pulls him to the dance floor)
(she knows exactly what she’s doing; the Chinese youth is
clueless)
Scene
9: Inside the Stadium
(a band is playing in the background)
(Amber
is telling off James)
Matt:
(to Katie) Katie.
Katie:
Not interested.
Matt:
What?
Katie:
I’m sorry. It’s my normal response to
any boy who approaches me.
Daniel:
I can tell you know. That’s not going to
get you many dates.
Katie:
It’s not eliminating enough as it is.
(Phillip
opens his mouth)
Katie:
Phillip, give it up while you’re… (looks him up and
down) not that far behind. (pauses) Sorry about that.
Phillip:
It’s okay. That’s not what I was gonna
ask.
Katie:
Oh, what were you?
Phillip:
Wanna go out? (Katie gives him a dirty look) Just kidding.
Christopher:
(giggling at the yearbook)
Katie:
(looks) Oh, isn’t she just (Cajun) adorable?
Daniel:
Hey, it’s not your fault. (thinks) By the way, if you
really wanted to, do you think you could get a whole lotta
dates?
Katie:
(just smiles) Hey, Chris. (signals to him)
Matt:
Chris is…
Katie:
Helping me to demonstrate something.
(Christopher
pulls out his timpani mallets; and walks over to a spare set of timpani)
(he tunes them while Katie waits impatiently; Christopher
signals to her)
(Katie
turns around, and walks away, shaking her hips like nobody’s business, while
Christopher pounds the timpani in the rhythm of her step)
(this, of course, dumbfounds the guys)
(they stop, and smile at each other)
Halley:
(walks up) Hey, who you flirting with?
Christopher:
I’m not flirting with her, I flirting
with… I’m…
Katie:
He was just helping prove the quickest way to a man’s (Cajun accent) heart is
through his eyes.
(Halley
looks confused; Katie does a side-to-side shake with Christopher accompaniment)
(Halley
gives Christopher a dirty look)
Christopher:
What?
Halley:
(shakes her head; to Katie) Well, for one, that shouldn’t
be legal. And, two, I’m not sure that’s
the way to their hearts.
(Katie
just flips her hair)
Scene
10: The Intercultural Banquet
(Annacaye
has just worn out the Chinese boy)
Announcer:
Well, let’s here it for our tango squad.
And out tango extras.
(Annacaye
again beams)
Announcer:
Well, we have a special treat for you.
These young ladies have been movin’ and groovin’ all their lives, and there here to show you what
it’s all about. Please welcome, from
(a group of Spanish women start flamenco dancing)
Annacaye:
Oh, I’ve taken a class or two about this.
Let me just find a suitable partner. (looks
around) Oh, yeah.
(she shakes her booty on stage, showing up the dancers, who
continue dancing, but shoot her nasty looks)
Scene
11: The Football Stadium Grandstands
(the LHS Band awaiting results)
Announcer:
(^_^ - A different one, in case you were wondering, which I hope you weren’t.) And, now for the results of
Rachel:
Solo visual by fourth flute. Monica,
that’s you.
Monica:
Tell me about it. I’m a star!
Stephanie:
(A/N: Yeah, Matt, your sis.) 9.2?! I
worked these flags into the ground! Did
the summer classes mean nothing?!
Tessa:
(a flag; A/N: See TOW Junior Bridesmaid or TOW Too Much Affection) It’s okay, Stephanie, we did okay.
Stephanie:
You did amazing. Let’s just hope the
Nixon Magnate Tigers didn’t pull ahead.
There’s a separate judge for flags.
Scene
12: Elsewhere at the Stadium
(Chris
with fellow pit members Jed and Isaias)
Isaias: Oh, c’mon. You have to admit
it was hilarious.
Christopher:
Well, yeah. But Mr. Cord didn’t put that
in the drill.
Isaias: I don’t have any drill.
Jed:
Yeah, Chris… do you?
Christopher:
Totally. (pulls out his music binder) See, I’m that
little circle. (on a computer-drawn bird’s eye view of
a football field, Christopher show Jed a little circle at the edge of the
field)
Jed:
(takes the pages, and flips them flip-book style, other shapes move back and
forth and a round, but the circle doesn’t move until a few seconds and then
only to the middle of the field; Jed gives Chris a dull look) Well?
Christopher:
Do you know how long it took me to memorize that?
(Tessa
comes over)
Tessa:
Jed, let’s go get hot dogs.
Jed:
Sure. Chris, wanna
come?
Christopher:
Aw, I don’t want to be a third wheel.
Jed:
You won’t be. Isaias
is our third wheel. We’re a tricycle.
Christopher:
Well, I’m just a unicycle that follows other wheeled vehicle around.
Jed:
That’s okay. Come along.
(they leave together)
Christopher:
So, it this how it’s going to be like at your wedding? Jed, the groom; Tessa, the
bride; Isaias, the best man; and me, a groomsman?
Jed:
No.
Christopher:
No?
Isaias: I’m going to be the flower girl.
(A/N:
The scary part is, Creedog has had this conversation,
only an extended version.)
Scene
13: The Intercultural Festival
(Annacaye,
at the edge of the stage, has successfully finished with the flamenco dancers)
Announcers:
Let’s that our lovely ladies and lady. (applause)
Let’s bring out the Swing Team from the good ol’ US
of A.
(Annacaye
rolls her eyes)
Annacaye:
Oh, I rock swing dancing to its core.
But this means I have to find a date. (as she
scans the crowd, many of the males her age that make eye contact disappear into
the crowd) Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play it. (smiles)
Hey, Mom.
Mrs.
Lee: Yes, Annacaye?
Annacaye:
Swing dance with me?
Mrs.
Lee: Oh, of course, Honey. I was
wondering if you were gonna ask me.
Let’s show the Swing Team who’re the Swing Queens.
(they boogie down)
(^_^
- O, Dear Third Commandment, what are you saying and clichéing?)
Scene
14: The Stadium
(LHS
and other high schools are nervously awaiting the scores)
Announcer:
And first place for overall effect, it’s
(time lapse)
Announcer:
And first place for winds… it’s Nixon Magnate High!
(time lapse)
(Stephanie
and the flag girls with their fingers crossed)
Announcer:
And first place flag line is…. Nixon Magnate High!
Stephanie:
Anybody got some water? Particularly any
laced with sodium cyanide?
Announcer:
And first place for best visual individual… Whoa!
(insane cheering from the orange area in the stadium)
Announcer:
And second place… Nixon Magnate High…
(time lapse)
Announcer:
And in first place for best direction… a tie… between Lincoln and Nixon
Magnate!
Nixon
Magnate Band Director: (with a big nose and bushy eyebrows and fendora hat, in a scratchy voice) Mickey, you know what to
do… (a drum major leaves)
(time lapse)
Announcer:
Well, it’s been a fierce competition. (pause) Hey,
what’s that on the board? Oh, is this
thing on? Well, where’s the red
button? Oh, here it–
(on the scoreboard screen, there is a huge picture of
Adrienne, only younger, with a big, toothy grin, freckles, and a bow)
(Adrienne
is wide-eyed)
Adrienne:
Where in the world did that come from? (she is
standing by Christopher, who is giggling his head off) Hey!
Christopher:
I’m sorry. I just can’t get over how
cute you looked.
Mr.
Cord: (walks by) Thanks, Chris. (hands him his
yearbook)
Christopher: I think this is where Mr. Cord got it. (opens
it up and shows her)
Adrienne:
Oh, my…! (grabs it and compares it too the one on the
screen) Chris, where did you get this?
Christopher:
(flips back a few pages) Van Walter gave this boy one.
Adrienne:
Who is it? And why did you take it from
him?
Christopher:
It’s me.
Adrienne:
Oh. I guess it does sort of look like
you.
Christopher:
Oh, okay. But, y’know,
SHE (points to the scoreboard) looks just like you.
Scene 15: The Track Around the Stadium
(a long line of drum major in front of trophies)
(the Nixon Magnate drum major, dressed in gangster attire,
pulls out a water gun from his jacket, and discreetly aims for the LHS band
members beside him)
(Patrick
briskly draws his sword and slashes the gun from the other’s hand)
(the
other two jump to attention with theirs, causing the Nixon Magnate drum major
to trip and fall backwards, knocking over all his trophies)
(a Navajo-dressed drum major comes up and with a semi-real
tomahawk, cuts off a good chunk of hair)
Patrick,
Marda, and Adrienne: (hold their swords together in the air) All for one, and
band for all!
Announcer:
And for Best Visual Performance,
(COMMERCIAL
BREAK)
(ENDING
CREDITS)
Scene
16: The Intercultural Festival
(Annacaye
watches a group of Irish step dancers, distressed and envious from her table)
(annoyed, she throws a handful of grapes onto the stage,
which causes the Irish dancers to trip and slide and fall)
(Annacaye
smiles, victorious)
(END)
A/N:
Wow, that wasn’t so bad. Well, I didn’t
get to bring out Adrienne as much as I hoped, but I’ll be doing more of this
New Friends stuff later. Anyway, I’ve
got one more chapter to go: The One With the School Dance. As always, I will try to make this one good, so it may get a little cheesy
sometimes, but it might just turn out really good. Well, I’ve got school starting soon, so it
may be a week or two before I get this out.
^_^
- (tap tah-tap tap) Whoo! That’s fun!
Hey, is there anyway I could get my picture up on the OmniTron?
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