March 14, 2006

Secret....AGENT MAN!!!!













There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name

Today was a band concert in the morning. That meant waking up at 4:00 AM, getting to school at 6:00, and then sitting on a bus in a tuxedo for over an hour to get to the concert. Once there, we played to an audience of *listens expectantly but only hears cricket chirps* nobody, did some sight reading, listened to another band and then left. Yes, w00, what fun (excuse me, I think some sarcasm just dripped onto my keyboard). But, the thing that made it all worth it was the Taco Time experience. After the concert we all hopped in the bus and went to get lunch. A group of 5 of us went across the street to get Taco Time. As we walked there a friend of mine, we’ll call him Jake for anonymity’s sake, made an off hand remark that he felt as if he were being protected by secret service agents. I looked and sure enough, I was wearing a tux and the person on his other side was wearing a tux too. We laughed, and started touching our “earpieces” and talking into our wrist “microphones”. All of a sudden we heard gunshots so we dove in front of Jake to “protect” him, quickly shuttling him into the front entrance of Taco Time. After lunch we had to get our client back to the bus. Recall that there were 5 of us, meaning there was another tux-y and another plain-clothes. The three of us took it upon ourselves to protect Jake and, we’ll call her Alyssa. The secret service agents left first, making sure it was safe. All of a sudden Alyssa made a run for it and just ran away! My co-agent and I started sprinting after her, yelling into our wrist “microphones” the whole time. Eventually my partner tackled her and knocked her to the ground. He rolled away and she stayed down long enough for me to cover her. Cue homeless guy. He comes over and says to Alyssa “Are you ok? Did you just get stiffed? I think that kid is drunk, are you sure you are ok?” Alyssa just stood there, trying to be polite until the crosswalk turned to walk. It did. She took off again, us in hot pursuit. This time we stopped her without tackling her. She escaped again, but we had to let her go so that we could focus the rest of our efforts on Jake. Walking Jake back to the bus we passed the entrance to the parking lot we were in and a car was trying to turn in. We yelled and dove in front of Jake so that he wouldn’t cross (just a reminder, we’re definitely in tuxedos this whole time). The lady in the car waved at us, saying we could pass. We quickly nodded, touched our earpieces just to make sure it was clear, and then grabbed Jake and quickly hustled him across, me turning around and covering the rear with my hand in my jacket in case force was necessary. We eventually made it to the bus and quickly shoved Jake on board. Mission Accomplished! Good Job Team!