things that happened at yesterday’s band competition
a freshman tuba player tried to kill me by tickling me when i called her adorable. in my defense, she’s shorter than me, and not many people are. we spent literally two hours trying to pinch each other’s faces.
much later, when we were waiting for the finals awards ceremony, i fell asleep on said tuba player’s shoulder, only to have someone try to wake me up by whispering the pen pineapple apple pen song in my ear.
a trombone player asked me if i had any spare reeds. i play flute. i told her that all my reeds are either chipped or nonexistent. she understood the sentiment.
one of the field judges seemed to be following me around the entire show. when i had to go pick up my fifteen-foot-tall lantern prop, he looked me right in the eye and gave me such a creepy smile that i almost screamed dropped it. later, i nearly hit him with it.
my school uses sparkly plastic plumes with a layer over them to cover the sparkles, and we all take off that layer together during the big climax moment. mine didn’t come off at all no matter how hard i pulled. i was two steps away from the front sideline. creepy field judge was still staring at me.
people from other schools kept asking to touch my the sparkly part of my plume. someone nearly started crying when i bent down so they could touch it. “finally i’m living,” they whispered. “finally.”
after our finals performance (did i mention we made finals?), some guy from another school went for a high-five but ended up holding my hand instead. it was weirdly cute.
the foot-joint of my flute got stuck so three other people had to line up and pull on it together to get it off. it worked. my flute is so broken it doesn’t matter. i had to steal so much cork grease from the clarinets.