band practice

ok so today in band:

  • they made us all t-pose. like, staff actually made everyone t-pose in warm up block. it was so fuckin weird.
  • at one point one of the flute lines all (except for hanna) laced fingers
  • this one clarinet eric wHIPS OUT HIS FUCKIN PHONE AND, AS FAST AS HE CAN, TAKES A PICTURE OF EVERYONE T-POSING
  • “mattias, your hand is so moist” —mary, a freshman clarinetist, directly after eric did The Thing
  • people, including me, kept t-posing instead of going to attention. what the fuck.
  • there was a froggo
  • our sax drum major zack came up to me and asked, “ari, you good?” bc i was taking a picture of said frog
  • there was also a cricket
  • it started raining while we were still across campus from the band room. the percussion were out there and all our instruments were out
  • we had to fuckin do a mad dash to put our instruments away and nyoom the bells and the drumset and shit back up to the band room
  • i had to grab devon’s baritone
  • i also had to help push the drumset
  • it was panic
  • Band Practice Day: *110 degrees out, tubas are screaming. The battery can't keep a steady beat and tripping over their drums. The color guard's flags are on fire. Clarinets are sacrificing saxophones to the sun god to please him. The saxophones are trying to get their instruments back to play careless whisper. Most of the trumpets are passed out, while the others are eating popsicles and not listening to the band director screaming at them*
  • Band's Day Off: *67 degrees, birds are chirping and a nice breeze*
  • Band: What the fuck