{"id":20075,"date":"2022-04-21T10:00:08","date_gmt":"2022-04-21T14:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=20075"},"modified":"2022-04-20T23:58:32","modified_gmt":"2022-04-21T03:58:32","slug":"the-rise-of-the-band-geeks-episode-25-theyre-called-rehearsals-not-camps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2022\/04\/21\/the-rise-of-the-band-geeks-episode-25-theyre-called-rehearsals-not-camps\/","title":{"rendered":"The Rise of the Band Geeks, Episode 25:  They&#8217;re Called Rehearsals, Not Camps"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;They&#8217;re called rehearsals, Hal!\u00a0 Not camps!&#8221;\u00a0 A snare drummer, Billy Bob, twirled his drumstick with his ring finger before flinging it in the air and catching it with his pinky.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hal grinned mischievously and waggled his reversible stuffed octopus.\u00a0 &#8220;I know.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It was an inside joke:\u00a0 the drumline summer rehearsals were not camps because camps were optional, but rehearsals weren&#8217;t.\u00a0 Of course, the drumline members screamed this phrase in a jocular manner whenever said rehearsals were mentioned, or when someone either accidentally or deliberately misspoke.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where&#8217;d you get that?&#8221;\u00a0 Franklin F. Franklin jabbed his finger toward Hal&#8217;s octopus.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bruh, I just came her to have a good time and I honestly feel so attacked right now.&#8221;\u00a0 Hal cradled his octopus, surreptitiously flipped it so it showed its amgery face instead of its happi face.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Billy Bob flung his stick into the air again.\u00a0 He caught it with his thumbnail and flicked the digit around so that his stick mimicked a figure 8 motion.\u00a0 &#8220;Pretty sure he&#8217;s had it since last fall.\u00a0 You know, when everyone got a stuffed octopus&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh.\u00a0 Alright.\u00a0 Carry on.&#8221;\u00a0 Franklin sidled away, blowing air through his mouth in a horrid attempt to whistle.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why are we even here?&#8221; Hal questioned.\u00a0 He stroked his poor amgery octopus and wondered why he hadn&#8217;t named the plushie Franklin.\u00a0 &#8220;We don&#8217;t even have practice.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t&#8230;actually know.&#8221;\u00a0 Billy Bob frowned.\u00a0 &#8220;In fact, I don&#8217;t even know how I got here.\u00a0 Or what I&#8217;m doing.&#8221;\u00a0 As he spoke, he balanced the drumstick on his hangnail.\u00a0 &#8220;You?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I live in the supply closet.&#8221;\u00a0 Hal shrugged.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, nothing.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now, Billy Bob had the stick perched on the bridge of his nose.\u00a0 Despite what gravity and common sense might have you think, the stick did not fall.\u00a0 &#8220;I&#8230;can&#8217;t say I know when my finals are either.\u00a0 Or what classes I&#8217;m taking this semester.\u00a0 Or next semester.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hal knitted his eyebrows together.\u00a0 He, too, had had the same experience; he felt like his high school career was a blip in his mind, and everything before that was darkness.\u00a0 &#8220;Say, do you ever go anywhere other than your dorm and the band hall?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Not&#8230;really?&#8221;\u00a0 Somehow, his drumstick was now vertical as it pressed a divot into Billy Bob&#8217;s nose.\u00a0 &#8220;I don&#8217;t know what the world beyond this band hall is.\u00a0 I think&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0 He trailed off, and the drumstick fell at long last to the ground.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hal, I think we&#8217;re fictional characters.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>DUN-DUN-DUUUUUN!!!!!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;They&#8217;re called rehearsals, Hal!\u00a0 Not camps!&#8221;\u00a0 A snare drummer, Billy Bob, twirled his drumstick with his ring finger before flinging it in the air and catching it with his pinky. &nbsp; Hal grinned mischievously and waggled his reversible stuffed octopus.\u00a0 &#8220;I know.&#8221; &nbsp; It was an inside joke:\u00a0 the drumline summer rehearsals were not camps [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2243,"featured_media":17619,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1260,1221,1820,1794,1821,1752,1072,420],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20075"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2243"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20075"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20075\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20076,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20075\/revisions\/20076"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/17619"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20075"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20075"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20075"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}