Emmett Takes Band
Emmett Cullen decides that he must drop shop, his most loved class, in order to take... dum dum dum.... band. Will he succeed? Will Miss Viner make it? What instrument will he play? Read and find out!
Every year I get students in band who have no idea how to play an instrument. They just want to play. This got me thinking... What would happen if Emmett Cullen decided that he wanted to be in band? Here's my take on what I think could happen.
2. I am the Tuba Master!
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This isn’t quite the same as the tuba I saw online last night… hmm.I quickly looked over to the left and saw that one of the other tuba players had his horn wrapped around his body.
So that’s how it works?
I quickly lifted my tuba and made it match the others. I listened as the group around me started to play the tuning note. Finally, I was ready to bask in the glory of all that is TUBA. My lips made contact with the bulbous metal mouthpiece. I blew into it with all of the force that I had in my lungs.
This will sound beautiful!
I imagined playing the most beautiful tuning note in the world. Miss Viner would rush off of her podium and proclaim me the “King of all that is Tubastic!” She would then faint and fall to the floor and I, the tuba master, would have to revive her by playing another fantastic tuning note. This was going to be so great!
Nothing. Not a single sound. Well, not a single useable sound. I tried again.
I heard someone give a small sigh. I quickly glanced over to my right and saw one of the other tuba players roll his eyes.
Damn tuba. Why can’t you work! Arg!
I took another deep breath and readied myself to try once more.
I quickly raised my hand.
“Umm… Miss Viner?” I asked. Miss Viner cut off the band and turned her face to look at me.
“Yes… Emmett?” She looked worried… again.
“I think my tubas… umm… broken.”
“Really, we just had those repaired this summer.” She said as she stepped off of her podium and headed towards me.
“I promise that it’s not working.” I tried to force a smile.
“Try and play it for me.”
“Alright.” I took another deep breath.
She looked at me. I tried again.
As I was getting ready to blow into it again she raised her hand to stop me.
“Brian, please take your mouthpiece off and switch tubas with Emmett.”
Brian rolled his eyes and took his mouthpiece off. I handed him my shiny, bronze tuba. I watched as he threw the tuba over his shoulder. He smiled at me as he placed the mouthpiece in the right place and then he pulled my tuba up to his mouth. His lips became a thin line and he placed the mouthpiece against them and blew.
Bwam, bwam, bwam, bwam, bwam.
Damn, he's good.
The tuba didn’t play like that for me. I glanced into Miss Viner’s face, her eyes were still troubled.
“Emmett, why don’t you put your mouthpiece on this tuba and try again.” She smiled at me. I think she was trying to be encouraging.
I carefully placed the mouthpiece on the horn and threw it over my shoulder. I licked my lips and tried to create the same mouth shape that Brian had just created. I closed my eyes, took a big breath of air and leaned in, pulling my tuba with me…
Pppphhhhttt…phhatbwam, phhatbwam, phhatbwam. Pppphhhhttt
I heard everyone gasp around me, I smiled on the inside. It was my awesome tuba playing.
You will all worship the tuba master! I am the king of all that is Tubastic!
I couldn’t stand it any longer, I had to see if Miss Viner was looking at me. I couldn’t wait until she proclaimed me the king. I opened my eyes and looked around. Where was she? Suddenly I noticed that Brian was on the floor, slapping her on the face.
“Dude, what happened to Miss Viner?” I asked.
Maybe I was so awesome that I had caused her to faint. Edward makes Bella faint sometimes, only it was his kissing, not his awesome musical skills. YES! I am the tuba master!
“You idiot. You hit her in the head with the bell,” Brian shouted.
O crap! I did what? No!
I took my tuba off and laid it on the floor beside the stand.
W.W.C.D? W.W.C.D? Hmm… What would Carlisle do?
“Someone call the office!” a voice shouted in the distance.
“I’ll get her some ice,” another voice shouted.
“Oh… that’s gonna leave a mark,” I cringed. Miss Viner had a huge egg shaped mark on her forehead.
I sat down beside Brian and Miss Viner. The principal was called in and they brought the nurse with them.
I was relieved when her eyes started fluttering. I leaned in closer, watching her as she regained consciousness.
“Are you okay?” I asked sheepishly.
“Ahh…” she rubbed her head.
“I’m sorry,” I tried to give my best puppy dog look. I felt really bad. “I’ll ask Mrs. Cope to switch me back to shop tomorrow.”
“Don’t do that. It’s okay… Emmett,” she spoke quietly. “Perhaps the tuba isn’t the instrument for you…”
“Okay…” I smiled again.
“Why don’t we try the… trombone tomorrow?”
Trombone? Why not?
“Yeah, I could try the trombone.” I answered back. It would mean another long night on the computer, but that was okay, since I didn’t sleep.
The school nurse had called in the EMT’s and they had brought in a gurney to wheel Miss Viner away on. I walked out behind them. I had planned to follow Miss Viner out to the ambulance, until I saw him leaning against the pole beside the office. He was always so smug. His eyes were glittering and he was forcing himself not to laugh.
Don’t say a word. I thought as he met my gaze and stared laughing.
“Don’t worry Emmett,” He laughed. “Only you, and Bella, could cause injuries with a musical instrument.”
“Edward!” I yelled as he took off and ran behind the school. “I’ll kill you if you say anything to them…”