Mr. Smith: Alright, everyone. As most of you know, the Rose Bowl is in a few days, and the sports committee is looking for a band to play during the halftime show. Does anybody have any questions?

(a hand is raised)

Mr. Smith: Yes, Veronica?

Veronica: Is there a reason why you're telling us this, Mr. Smith?

Mr. Smith: Why yes, Veronica. As most of you may not know, our class was picked to perform at the halftime show. Now, because we have a tight deadline, I want everyone to be here after school for extended practice.

Luna: Aw man. Why does it have to be us? Why can't they have like Mick Swagger perform?

Veronica: This is a marching band class. Not some rock concert. I'm surprised they let someone like you in this class.

Luna: Hey! It just so happens my life is not all about rocking out, I got my own band, and we are gonna play at the Rose Bowl. How do you like that?

Mr. Smith: Luna. I didn't know you have your own marching band.

Luna: Yeah. I started it about a month ago. We're a pretty good band, you know.

Mr. Smith: Really? Well then. I'll call the sports committee and tell them your band is going to perform instead.

Luna: Yeah... wait. You're serious?

Mr. Smith: Of course. You said you have your own band, did you? I want to see it for myself. Well, class dismissed. I'm looking for to seeing your band at the Rose Bowl, Luna.

Veronica: Yeah. Really can't wait. *laughs*

Luna: *weak laugh* Aw man. I gotta drum up a marching band fast. *chuckles* Drum. Heh. Band humor.

[At home]

Luna: Dudes! Dudes! I need your help!

Lincoln: What is it, Luna?

Luan: Yeah. What's the fire? Get it? *laughs*

(Everyone else groans)

Luna: The Rose Bowl is in a few days and my class got picked to play at the halftime show and I told everyone that I have a band to play there instead and now I really need a band and I really want you guys to be in it because if I don't everyone will think I'm a loser.

Lori: And you're talking to us because...

Luna: Please. I really need you guys to be in my band because you dudes are the only guys I can count on.

Lincoln: But what about the last time you had us in a band?

Luna: But dude, this one's different. They're looking for a marching band to play there so that means... wait. I know. Lincoln, you can tell us classmates to be in my marching band, can't you?

Lincoln: Well, Rusty is pretty good with a trombone so, yeah. I can.

Luna: Lori, can your friends play in my band?

Lori: Well, I know Bobby has played trumpet before. And maybe it wouldn't hurt to call my friends about it.

Luna: Cool. Anyone else?

Lynn: Polly can blow a pretty mean brass. So she's willing to.

Lucy: Haiku is very talented with a flute in hand.

Leni: My friends can play too.

Luna: Thanks, you guys.

Lincoln: So Luna, when's the Rose Bowl?

Luna: In a few days, actually.

Lisa: Actually, the Rose Bowl begins the next week of Sunday. So that is 7 hours and 45 minutes from then.

Luna: Yeah. Anyway, tell all your guys that practice begins tomorrow 6:30 sharp.

(the time on Luna's watch reads 6:45)

Luna: Ugh! Stupid music rental clerk made me late. That moron don't know an oboe from an elbow. Ha heh heh. Oboe. Heh. More band humor.

(as Luna walked in, a massed pack from Lincoln's classmates to Lori's chatted amongst themselves)

Luna: Okay, everyone. Settle down. Now has anyone in here played an instrument before?

Lucy: Do instruments of torture and suffering count?

Luna: *shudders* Uh, no, Luce.

Leni: Is like, makeup an instrument?

Luna: *sighs* No, Leni. Makeup is not an instrument.

(Leni raises her hand again)

Luna: Smoothies are not an instrument either. That's fine. No one has an experience. Thankfully, I have enough jam for all of you. *laughs*

(Luan only shakes her head unamused)

Bobby: When do we get the free food?

Luna: Okay, try to repeat after me.

(Luna played five notes on her guitar)

Luna: Brass section. Hit it.

(Lori, Bobby, Margo, Rusty, and Polly repeated the notes)

Luna: Sweet. Now the wind.

(Lucy, Haiku, Zach, Penelope, Girl Jordon, and Dana repeated the notes)

Luna: Now the drums.

(Lincoln, Liam, Clyde, Ronnie Anne, Lana, and Lily put drumsticks in their mouths until they shot out pinning Luna to the wall)

Luna: Whew. Breezy. Okay, now let's try stepping in rhythm. Now I want all y'all to stand in straight rows of five.

Luan: Oo. Is this the part where we start kicking? Because I love a good beat. Get it? *laughs*

(Everyone else groans)

Luna: *sighs* No, sis. That's a chorus line.

Leni: Kicking? I wanna do some kicking? (kicks Lynn in the shin)

Lynn: Why you... (punches Lincoln)

Lincoln: Ow! Why me? Leni's the one who kicked.

Lynn: 'Cause hitting Leni would be like kicking a puppy.

Leni: What? Why would anyone do that?

Lisa: She is saying you are too innocent to be attacked.

Leni: Oh. Thanks, Lynn.

Lynn: No problem. (turns to Lincoln) As for you...

(Lynn and Lincoln started fighting until they are outside the building. Lincoln let out a loud scream making everyone inside silent. Lincoln peeked his head through the door)

Lincoln: Whoever's the owner of a white sedan, you left your lights on.

(Lincoln walked in with a trombone through his neck)

Lana: I'll get the tools.

Lucy: I'll get the medkit.

[Day Two]

Luna: That's great, everyone. Keep it up. Rose Bowl, here we come. Flag twirlers, really spin those things. And... turn. Flag twirlers, come on. I wanna see some spinning.

(The flag twirlers spin their flags faster)

Luna: Flag twirlers, I said move it! Come on! Let's go!

(The flag twirlers spin their flags so fast that they flew up into the air and crashed into a blimp. Clyde then played Taps while Luna lied on the ground in a fetal position)

[Day Three]

Luna: How's that piano solo coming, Lise?

Lisa: It's tremendous. You want to see?

(Lisa ran up to a giant piano pressing different keys until she exhaustedly made her way up to the last key and pressed down it for five seconds before collapsing)

[Day Four]

Luna: Well, this is our last night together before the big show. And I know that at least some of you have improved since we began.

(Leni sticks her head in a tuba)

Leni: Helloooo!?

Luna: But I have a theory. People talk loud when they wanna act smart, right?

Lola: Correct!

Luan: Yeah! Good one, Luna!

Luna: So if we play loud, people might think we're good. Everyone ready?

(Everyone readies their instruments)

Luna: And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three, hit it!

(a loud blaring sound destroyed all the windows. Cut to Luna blown back to the wall)

Luna: Okay, new theory. Maybe we should play so quietly, no one can hear us.

Lola: Well maybe we wouldn't sound so bad if some people didn't try to play with stinky, muddy paws.

Lana: What did you say, princess?

Lola: Dirty... stinky... muddy... PAWS!

Lana: Well these paws aren't for just digging up the backyard!

Lola: Bring it on, tomboy! Bring it on!

Lincoln: No, people. Let's be smart and bring it off.

Lori: Oh. So the twerp with the old man hair is gonna preach to us.

Luna: People, wait! I know thinks are gonna be tense...

(Everyone started fighting)

Luna: There's a deposit on that equipment, people!

(Everyone continued fighting)

Luna: Wait! Stop!

(Everyone continued fighting until the clock hits 9:30)

Bobby: Hey. Class is over.

(Everyone starts to leave as Luna stands outside)

Luna: Well, you did it. You all took my one true dream and crushed it. Crushed it into little, tiny, bite sized pieces. I hope you all feel sorry for yourselves right now. Nooo. Let's all stomp on Luna's parade. I guess I'm a loser for that too. Don't bother showing up tomorrow. I'll just tell 'em you all died in a marching accident. So thanks. Thanks for nothing!

Leni: You're welcome.

Lincoln: What kind of monsters are we? That poor girl came to us in her time of need. And we only let her down. Luna deserved better than this. Lana, when you got stuck in that tree, who helped you down?

Lana: A fireman.

Lincoln: And Clyde, when your face swelled up because you accidently ate a peanut, who saved you?

Clyde: A man in an ambulance.

Lincoln: Right, so if we all pretend that Luna's a fireman or some man in an ambulance then maybe we'll all know what it truly means. To be in a marching band.

Tabby: Yeah! For the fireman!

(Everyone cheers)

Lincoln: Now let's make Luna proud. One, two, luna, duna, doo.

[At the Rose Bowl]

Luna: I knew this was gonna happen. They probably found some other band to play. I just hope that... Mr. Smith and other don't find out! Mr. Smith! *screams* W-what are you doing here?

Mr. Smith: To see your band, of course. Well, where is it?

Luna: They couldn't show. They died.

Veronica: Then what's that?

Luna: *screams* That would be my band!

Lincoln: We're ready to perform, Luna.

Veronica: This is what I imagine her band would look.

(Luan does a silly dance)

Luna: That's her eager face.

(Veronica giggles)

Luna: Well, at least I'll be humiliated with dignity.

Lincoln: That's the spirit, Luna.

Announcer: Okay, football fans. Put your hands together for the Royal Woods Superband.

Leni: Like, look at all these people.

Lincoln: Didn't think a game like this would be this packed.

Rusty: I think I'm gonna be sick.

Luna: (nervously)Okay, everyone ready? One, two, three, four...

(Fanfare plays. After it ends, the spotlight shines on Lincoln)

Lincoln: (in Dave Grohl's voice)I got another confession to make

I'm no fool

Everyone's got the chains to break

Holding you

Were you born to resist

Or be abused

Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you

Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you

Are you gone and on to someone new





I needed somewhere to hang my head

Without your noose

I needed something that I didn't have

But had no use

I was too weak to give in

Too strong to lose

My heart is under arrest again

But I'll break loose

My head is giving me life or death

But I can't choose

I swear I'll never give in

I refuse





Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you

Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you

Has someone taken your faith

It's real

The pain you feel

The trust you must confess

Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you

Ohhhhhhhh





Guitar solo

(Veronica faints)





Ohhh

Ohhh

Ohhh

Ohhhhhhh





Has someone taken your faith

It's real

The pain you feel

The life

The love

You died to heal

The hope

That starts

The broken heart

The trust you must confess

Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you

Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you





I got another confession my friend

I'm no fool

I'm getting tired of starting again

Somewhere new

Were you born to resist

Or be abused

I swear I'll never give in

No I refuse





Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you

Is someone getting the best the best the best the best of you

Has someone taken your faith

It's real

The pain you feel

The trust you must confess

Is someone getting the best the best the best all the best of you

Ohhhhhhhhh

*The End*

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