My band raincoat looked like a cult hood, so my friends and I gathered in a circle with two people in the center and we all put our hoods down as we circled around them and chanted, “SACRIFICE! SACRIFICE!”
After we chanted sacrifice, we all horded in a random circle around our band director, and named ourselves “The Brethren of the Birch”. We ominously circled him for several minutes and repeatedly chanted, “BIRCH!!” as we bowed our heads inward to him.
Our band director escaped last minute, and The Brethren of the Birch raced after him. He began laughing, and lead us down the halls. Then, by his suggestion, we began chanting in low, perfectly in-sync voices, “OWEEO!!” to recreate the scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and he lead us through the band room, into the practice rooms where we maintained a perfect single-file line and marched in-sync to add effect, still chanting. Our director lead us through the choir room doors, and out to the halls outside where finally, we left the confines of the building and entered the public, outter world.
Suddenly, our director bolted straight for the door, went inside the building, and slammed it shut, locking us out, then laughed evilly.
But we had to finish what we began. We got into our single line again, pulled up our hoods, and chanted, “OWEEO!!” in public down the sidewalks as cars drove mere feet away from us. And suddenly, we came across the principal of the school. But as if we never knew she was there, we marched straight past her still ominously chanting, “OWEEO!!” The colorguard held open the doors for us, and at last, we entered the commons of the school, and gathered in one final circle and threw off our hoods and raincoats, and laughed. We had to get ready for the football game after that, but the cult shall rise again.
