The room is loud and over-crowded. The lights are glaring down at you, and you start sweating. You see people tossing priceless instruments across the room as the band teacher watches helplessly. You hear a cocky tuba player decide to play his notes as loud as he can. Yes, it is indeed summer band.
You see the protagonist, Alex, doing a sort of waltz across the room, just to avoid the various spit puddles in the brass section of band. Alex is disgusted by the brass player's etiquette and has a right mind to complain about it to Mr. Conair, but he is in no mood for it today. Brass players just think that they can blow their spit anywhere they want... Anyways.
After all has quieted down in the room, something that sounds eerily like music floats across the room, but of course, the idiots in the band are obviously incapable of producing real music. They brass section overpowers the woodwinds even though Mr. Conair is desperately trying to get them to lower their volume. Just because brass instruments can play loud, doesn't mean that they have to.
Finally, the band is able to move onto the next piece of music. Prophesy, by Sean O'Loughlin. The song consists of fast sixteenth notes at a 132 per quarter note tempo. The saxophone section struggles to move their pudgy fingers fast enough as Mr. Conair seems to conduct faster and faster.
They whole band seems to be rushing, and a bead of sweat is rolling down Alex's face. His face is screwed up my concentration as he desperately tries to find out where they are in the piece.
The band comes to an abrupt stop. The song is over. Alex looked around dazed by the speed of the notes, trying to find someone else who was as confused as him. Scattered across the room, were dozens of people who also got lost. Alex smiles at the thought of not being alone.
The hour-long class finally comes to a finish and the students sluggishly exit the classroom looking like they'd ran a marathon. Band does that to a person.
And now you all know why I have a disliking toward brass instruments.
bq. Alex's eyes widened.
"This is your room?"
"Yeah,"
Juan replied, giving Alex a strange look.
Alex started feeling nauseous as he tried to find his way across the mess that was his room. His room was filled with boxes of useless stuff, as well as school projects dating back to the third grade.
"Remind me, why am your friend again?" Alex said jokingly.
Juan laughed a little and then shrugged.
"Remind me to help you clean your room one day."
After going to my friend's house today, I've realized how thankful I am to have been raised in a household where, if you didn't clean your room, you got grounded.
I remember one time, I went to
Erik's house once, and the moment I walked into his room, I asked his mom if she had a Swiffer duster. I'm just that nice a person. ;)
I've decided to also start a free domain contest. This won't be a contest of people voting though. This will be a contest of
my own preference. I decide who gets the domain. You will increase your chances of getting the domain if you fit these requirements:
- You don't use copy-righted images on your layouts. This includes celebrity images. They do not belong to you, so don't use them.
- You have a website which is validated in XHTML 1.0 and you have valid CSS.
- Your website layout doesn't burn my retinas, A.K.A, you don't have a web layout with red, yellow, and neon green all at the same time.
- You don't use iFrames.
- You don't have annoying blogs which complain about the number of comments you get.
- If you already have a domain, do not apply.
I will also host your domain. To submit your website for this contest,
email me and state your website URL.
I've decided to start this contest because there are talented web designers who are hosted on subdomains, and deserve a domain. I've recently noticed that the quality of domains are going down. Domains used to be something that people had to work to get, but now, anyone who has access to their parents' credit card can buy one.
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