BMC/DEH Oneshots

Trashed (Pt. 1//Jazz Band AU)

Who plays what in jazz band

Jeremy- Alto Sax 1
Brooke- Alto Sax 2
Michael- Drum Set
Christine- Vibraphone/Bells
Jake- Trombone 1
Rich- Trombone 2
Chloe- Trumpet
Jenna- Bari Sax
Mr. Reyes is the director.
Let's go.

"You all did very well at festival yesterday, now let me celebrate, by eating a hot pocket. Water break!" Mr. Reyes shouted at the band.

Last night, they had Jazz Unlimited in the AA division. Playing their set in the order of Orange Sherbert, Memories of You, Goodbye Pork Pie Hat, and an arrangement of 25 or 6 to 4 (These are all real songs, played in my set for Jazz Un. and I highly recommend them if you're trying to get into jazz music.) and had come in first, making it to finals. However, not winning and making 3rd overall.

They came back from their water break, and went through with the rest of their practice. The rest of the day was relatively normal, classes were classes, assholes were... assholes. The fire alarm went off for a drill in 3rd period, nothing out of the ordinary. They all went home, practiced a new song, and were ready to get back to jazz band in the morning. This, however, posed a problem.

The set had got to school, Michael going in to unlock it like usual. It took a bit longer than normal, but no one thought anything of it. When he opened the door in tears, however, they all knew something was wrong.

"G-Guys," he muttered, tears streaming down his face. The class had obtained a worried look, and entered the room. Immediately wishing that they hadn't.

The room was totally trashed. The drums were punched through, books were torn, instruments were pressed flat, spray paint was all over the walls, drums, board, music, everything. Sheet music was torn and computers were smashed. Reeds were snapped, cymbals were snapped. Chairs knocked over. Bells caved in. Carpet torn up and posters ripped off the walls.

"Oh my God, what the hell?" Rich yelled.

"What happened?"

"Dear God..."

"The drums!"

"No!"

"I'll fucking murder whoever did this!" Jeremy closed with

The students were all in tears, losing their beloved instruments. Hearing all the commotion, Mr. Reyes started running into the school. He's never heard his class so distraught.

"Woah, what happened?" He asked, and instead of telling him what happened, they only had to move to the sides.

"O-oh my god..." He was almost more in shock than the kids. "Well, uh, we can get through it."

"No we can't. Be real here, the whole room is trashed. Everything is totally destroyed. How can we possibly get through this?" Jeremy asked in tears.

"We can't afford to fix this! We could barely afford our instruments in the first place. Some of us are still in debt for them! Mr. Reyes, you know we all respect you, but you're trying to sugar-coat it. We won't get through it." Michael joined in, everyone nodding and murmuring in agreement.

"Guys, I know how bad it looks. But trust me, we can get through it. Raise your hand if you had insurance on your instrument?" Mr. Reyes asked, but only three people raised their hands. "I predicted this outcome. We have school insurance. All instruments are half-covered. As for the other half, and music, I don't know what we'll do. But we'll figure it out."

This is based on a true story. A band room in Kansas was totally destroyed. Luckily, they have things taken care of, but I wanted you guys to know if you didn't already. The vandals were 8, 10, and 11 years old