My favourite story re-told
There was total silence in the scorching gymnasium. Nothing was making a single noise-not even the brass instruments, not the radio that was always belching out. Everyone picked up their brass instrument.
“Ready…. Steady……GO!!!” Everyone put their instruments to their lips. It was so quiet that the sounds of the warm October afternoon outside could not be heard not even the birds elegantly singing, a lawn mower humming and the laughter of little, snotty- nosed children playing. However the gym was dark. And it was getting even darker.
“Go” Mr Madson yelled swinging a stick in a majestic arc.