I'm so sorry this is going to be so long but this is my most prized high school story theres so much detail i had to skip over but basically
at my school the choir and band kids had a war that lasted for 3 years.
It started because the band director "borrowed" the ball of power from the choir director and never gave it back. Now, what is the ball of power? It's this toy ball thing that's made of a bunch of little sticks and joints so when you pull out on it it becomes a lot bigger, and the choir director used it to help visualize how loud we should be. It helped a lot, and so when the band stole it we were raging daily about our lack of the holy ball. So, thus began the raid.
Sophomores ran recon. The ball of power was located on the band director's desk- a stealth operation to recover it would be near impossible. We had to go for a full assault. A spy on the inside recorded as all of the seniors in choir barged into the band room. The band kids were shocked as our prized singer ran to the desk, and picked up the ball of power. "All hail the ball of power!" she declared.
"ALL HAIL!" echoed back the seniors. The band director didn't dare challenge them as they left with their prize. The spy circulated the video. It was beautiful.
But the war had just begun. A month later, a thief stole the ball of power. One of the tenors had betrayed the choir- the ball was passed off to one of the flutes. Our spy took it back. The ball was once again returned to it's rightful place and locked in a cabinet by the teachers, only to be taken out when necessary because a war is a distraction in the classroom or some bs idk
Eventually, the band gave us a peace offering. A gourd made into a maraca, and the band director's left shoe. We drew a face on the gourd, and declared it a sacred artifact. The shoe had to be returned, sadly.
Two kids who took it too far brawled in the cafeteria. The school then shut down the war as best they could. The final blow to morale came when the sacred gourd was dropped by some butterfingers guy named Calvin, and broken. Little beads from the inside of the gourd spilled on the ground as we realized, the war was over.
The choir won, but not in a blaze of glory, but instead in tears dropped over a shitty percussion intstrument. It was a hard return to civilian life.
But some of the people i met in that choir were genuinely some of the greatest people I've ever known. I dated one of them for a while, we all became super close because we genuinely worked together to do "strategy" and shit, it was a huge team effort for a huge joke. From what i know, the war is kind of a school legend now.
All hail the ball of power, baby.
"a war is a distraction in the classroom or some bs idk" and "The choir won, but not in a blaze of glory, but instead in tears dropped over a shitty percussion instrument" hahaha i'm pissing that's so funny
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