12 June, or yesterday, rather, was FRENCH HORN REPAIRING DAY!
yeah, I know, total whoopdeedoo (as in we just made the occasion up) and the sec fours (ehehehe) decided to take time off from the block to repair our mangled pieces of crap... I mean, our horns, once and for all!!
I'll upload em pictures when michelle finally sends em over.
We used nylon wires at first, covered with layers and layers of scotchtape. And we're not being sarcsatic when we say the horns are as secure and as stable as a wall. (FINALLY!) Except Vinnie's. Sorry Vinnie, your horn still moves abit but everything else has been dealt with completely! :D
Then Alan came over and told us that we could use those weird plastic wires which you can pull through some notch and it will stay as tight as you want it to be. Dammit. Wasted our time with the damn nylon strings!! Sorry, trumpets, I think we finished the last reel of nylon string. Hehehe
But with every good news, there is BAD NEWS! (or not) Ian managed to hog this particular horn down that belongs to none other than Huat Leng. If you shake the horn, the entire part consisting of the valves would pop out. No joke.
That horn: ANNOUNCED CONDEMNED! Or maybe not. Not confirmed, but it seems like it.
Name given to horn: MASTERY of FUCKERY.
Pictures uploaded later.
And after all that hard work, Mr Seow told us that he'd be getting new horns for us. At first we were all hollering and cheering like mad buffoons (considering the fact that we'd spent more than an hour fixing the old horns) in the canteen but then alan told us it was actually marching horns.
Then we were all like... IT's NOT NICE!! AND IT'S NOT STYLISH! AND IT'S NOT UNIQUE! WHAT KINDA INSTRUMENT GIMMICK CAN WE DO WITH A FAT TRUMPET? WE CAN'T HOLD IT AT 45 DEGREES ANYMORE! AND WE CAN'T SWING IT OUT FROM UNDER OUR ARMPITS ANYMORE D':
We tried to oppose the idea but then we'll see if the marching horn's good tmr. Mr Seow's gonna bring two of em for us to try.
I'm still distraught.
HAHAHAHA I'LL BE GONE NOW!
-Nad
