Allo, any-and-all-who-actually-care. Been a while, no?
SO.
I've been in rehearsals for my school's musical for the past month or so (show opens tomorrow), and decided I'd share some of the more...memorable moments in pit-history:
~First off, I'd like to make a quick reference to the characters who may be mentioned:
-Andrew: He's my stand partner and the main reason the basses get in trouble(I'm the second reason )
-Hannan: technically, its Mr. Hannan, since he is our teacher, but all the years I've known him nobody actually adds the 'Mr'
-Natou: He's some cocky-a** trumpet player. I think he may be first chair, but no one really cares. He's just Natou
ANYWAYS
I'd just like to set the mind-frame here.
You know those reeeeally big buckets of Red Vines people used to get? Its about 4lbs of licorice?
Yeah...
me and Andrew?
We've gone through 3 of those..
In the last week
Which, in hindsight, explains ALOT
To start, Andrew and I both play the string bass. (Its the super-sized cello in the back of most orchestras.) My teacher was originally going to have us switch off for the shows, so we both could do them.
Friday I was sitting around, being an obnoxious a** -aka:playing FFVII while the rest of the pit practiced- when we were gifted by the presence of the SINGERS
We start warming up for the songs, Hannan reminding us to play softer so we don't "destroy" the SINGERS and whatnot since they weren't miked. Well of course we started out like that. Then Andrew decides it'd be MUCH better if both of us play; it'd sound better
So we do.
Only we played way loud.
Understandably, we were louder than everyone else.
And for some unfathomable reason, Hannan isn't pissed. At all. In fact, he liked the sound of two basses. Hell, Andrew could even play the tuba part then! It'd be great!
Yeah...
Then we got into the pit.
Two basses/a tuba = WAAAY BAD IDEA.
There is no room.
At all.
And Hannan then had the AUDACITY to ask if the basses could move, 'since our big-assed instruments are blocking the line of sight for people seated on stage-left'.
That b*****d.
Monday included talk of strippers, thongs..and room keys.
We were told that is we played the stripper music just right, people in the audience will be throwing room keys and thongs our way. Not that any of us were complaining. Strippers and thongs themselves were great. Room keys? Hell that sounded fun! That is, until Natou found some girl's used panties in the storage room the next morning...and they weren't clean either >.<
that killed any and all joy and hilarity the idea of flung panties brought real fast
Tuesday started with Hannan cussing out the school and its '******** A.C. units that could kill a pig' (don't ask, I don't know either)
and then turned to a shirt one of the the flutes was wearing. On of those 'OMGWTF' word-bubble shirts. Hannan is getting ready to start us off, catches sight of said shirt, turns to Andrew and I, and asks "What does 'OMGAHWAHTUFFUH' mean?"
...
facepalm moment much?
we thought so too.
So we proceeded to laugh our asses off for, oh, about 5 minutes. I then got a metronome chucked at me for being a smart a**, which of course started the rest of the pit off laughing. As the laughter died off, Natou shhs us and goes over to the door leading to the stage. Apparently, the dancers were playing the recorded version of one of the dance numbers that we play. Natou turns to us, completely deadpanned, and says "Dudes..I hear us playing the musical. We sound awesome!"
...needless to say, the only thing really accomplished Tuesday was more licorice being eaten. And starbursts..
Wednesday consisted of dropped cymbals (which are really loud when you don't know to expect them), thunder sheets that sounded like popping bubbles in a dream sequence, splashing puddles (it is Singin in the Rain after all), machetes, pirates, the 'where to put a dead body if the sick person (me) were to drop dead' tutorial, an asian cameraman being flipped the bird by multiple irate pit members (myself included), Cosmo Brown being hit with a 2X4...for real(he wasn't supposed to be. He had a nice concussion), a leak in the mister which resulted in an impromptu shower for the corner of the pit (percussion and basses with a little violas), playing a song in the right and yet wrong key(written Emajor, supposed to be Aflat, that's what Andrew and I played for the hell of it), and a musical-wide trip to Baskin Robbins for 31cent ice cream.
And the show opens Thursday night...
that was our last rehearsal.
I think that classifies as an 'epic fail' right there
So, for anyone who read all of that and is now thinking 'Why the hell did he waste my time putting this crap up here? It wasn't even funny.'
Ask yourself this:
Did you really have to read it?
No?
Then its no longer my problem
Thank you and goodnight.
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