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Three Sticks for the Tenors in their sextionals under the DOME(!!!)
Seven for the Pit in their Halls of Stone
Nine for the Snares and Basses, Doomed to Roam
One stick for Beamish on his Green Throne
In the Land of Cary where the Green Hope Drumline lie
One Band to Rule them all
One Band to find them
One Band to Beat them all, and in the darkness outshine them
In the Land of BOA where the dark Judges Lie
::Camera zooms in on the BAND FIELD(not football stadium mind you, the band field) as the Green Hope Regiment goes through a practice. Slowly centers and closes in on the Green Beast, with another Beast (beamish) on top yelling. Two teens climb up to him::
Beamer "That line isn't straight! Get in the form! Why arent you looking at Christina?! oh... one moment, phone call... WATCH THE DRUM MAJOR!
Kids: Mr. Beamish is our band director. He sees EEEEEEVERYTHING!
Beamer: AAAAAH WHY AREN' YOU WATCHING? (we..we are sir...) SILENCE, MONKEY!
Kids: But can he see what makes Kids Cinnamon Toast Crunch taste so good?
Beamer: Because the curves are perfectly dressed? Or the intervals are an exact three steps?
Kids: NOOOOO Mr. Beamish! It's because Kids Cinnamon Toast Crunch has the taste you can see!
Beamer: Shut up and take a 30 second water break. SET! NOW! |
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In the beginning, there was Beamish, and Beamish alone. And as Beamish sat upon His mighty Throne, He felt a need to have others, in His own Great Image. And so He created the Field, and though it was Barren and Desolate, He knew it would soon have a Great Use. Next, the good Beamish looked out upon His land, and on the First day, He Spoke, saying "Let there be Beat!"-and The Beat appeared. This Beat rolled across the land like an Almighty Chorus of Angels, filling all that it encountered with such power that it was impossible to comprehend. And Beamish was pleased with what He heard. Then He separated the Drumming Beat from the Musical Beat, and He called the Drumming Beat Drumline, and the Musical Beat Pit. Evening passed and Morning came-That was the first day. Then Beamish Commanded, let there be Funk, and another Instrument came forth from Nothingness. And Beamish did see this, and He named it the "Saxophones", and He was pleased with what He heard. Evening passed into Morning, and that was the Second Day. Then Beamish did look forth, and seeing that His Band didst lack "oomph", He said "Let there be OOMPH!" and the Tubas came forth, marching onto His Field with a power unmatched except by the Aforementioned Drums. And Beamish did Smile upon His Creation, which played across His Fields. On the Forth Day, Beamish did sigh, and say "How I do wish for melody," and the Trumpets, Flutes and Picolos came forth from the void, and Beamish did Cover His Ears, for fear that He had ruined His Creation, once and for all! Then Beamish didst create "pianissimo" and as the Forsaken Noise quieted, He Laughed and Laughed, and all of the Heavens didst tremble. On the Fifth day, Beamish created The Rest of the Brass, along with the Clarinets as an afterthought, and their fortitude made the sky rumble, and He saw that it was Good, and it was Good. On the Sixth Day, Beamish did smile, and created the Musicians and the angelic Guardies, in His own Great Image, the Culmination of His Great Work. These Great Men and Women wielded His Instruments mightily, and for a while, it was good. But a Fallen Musician set out to make his own band, and from it spawned many more, and it was Not Good. Now, Beamish's Musicians work to Uphold His Good Work, until there is no sound in His world, only beauty. Amen |
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