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dude, were you there for the North American Music Contest thingy??? Which school were you in?? (and if you were the guy that randomly came up to me and said something like "turn that frown upside down and get yourself a hug" ... It'll be a really weird coincidence!) and AHHHH we lost the meeting place too. we couldn't find where Octoberfest was and everyone had to wait for us before eating!

one of my friends made this big scene when he forgot his music during a concert. He got up and addressed the audience saying he'd be right back because he forgot his music and everything. From that day forward we'venever let him forget his music again.

Our school has an indoor drumline, and last year was our first year to compete. Most everyone in the group is actually a wind player, so in the beginning, we started with 'this is the end that you beat the bars with,' 'this is where you stand,' 'this is how you hold a mallet, and yes it's called a mallet.' There just so happened to be two flute players in the group, and we had just so happened to be placed on the same marimba. By the time we got to competitions, my marimba buddy had torn scar tissue in her ankle and could no longer push said marimba, and I had sprained my wrist and could no longer pull the two ton chimes.

Now, you have to remember that these judges are true drummers. When we were playing, the judge made the comment of the marimba players with the bum wing and the bum leg. We all found it very funny afterwards.

After the competition, we had to go ask the first aid guy for ice for both of us. The first week we were at the school, we only had the bum leg, so the guy came and taped the ice pack on with saran wrap. The next week, we needed ice again, only this time, for both of us, and the guy asked if he needed to come and tape them on. We said no, we just needed the ice. The rest of the group left us on these huge steps that were big enough for us to lay down and sleep while we waited. The first aid guy came by and found us laying down and had to know if we were okay...but we had had so many painkillers that we were way out there.....

Then there's always the famous "Lenny, I can't find my crayons!"

Our band director Mr. Lenig and the 5-6 band director Mr. Kowalchek have nicknames.

When ever Mr. Lenig gets read to start we go, " Salute Band Master Flash!"

And when ever we see Mr. K, everyone says, "K BUDDY!"

Its loads of fun.

xd We have a tuba player... but he's really immature and Is 18 and still likes pokemon and thinks real people can fly and shoot energy ball out of their hands... but that's not the point... He always complains about how heavy it is or how he has to lug it on his shoulder... so One day he are taking a break and he had already set his instrument down... so when we took a break he got thristy ((not that he did anything to make him thristy)) and decided he would take all the time in the world... anyway 20 minutes later he finally decides to play and picks it up and plays it With his drill sheets in there!!!! So he plays a note but nothing will come out... but we all were used to that... so are director finally asks him why he won't play and he says that he's trying and it won't work... Many disterbing lines later Are band director Finally gets pissed and tells him to go home... so he does... after band me and my friend Bradley decide to make fun of him behind his back ((aren't we mean)) and check his Zusaphone out... And somehow it got to the point of reaching down in the thing... And we pulled out some.... ((drum roll)) Drill Sheets!! Hahahahahahaa.ah..ha..... It was pretty funny, because it really was his instrument and not him ((for once))... This year I'm thinking of putting a kitty cat in there... ((not really, I would never harm a kitty...))
I'd be like: "Do you like my kitty" *Meow*....

blaugh niiice

Last week, on Thursday, we had our annual band/orchestra/steel drums burrito dinner, where everyone brings food and we make a giant, 20+ foot burrito. Well, my BD assigned me and a trumpet player, Konrad, to put the refried beans on the burrito. Originally, Konrad was supposed to carry the beans and I was supposed to spread them with this spoon thing, but Konrad decided I was taking too long, so he started scooping the beans out with his hands (thank God he was wearing rubber gloves xd ) and squeezing it onto the burrito like toothpaste. I was cracking up, in between telling him that he was being completely disgusting. While he was doing it, my sister (who's eight) came up to ask a question, and I told her to go play because I was busy. Konrad scooped up a handful of beans and held them out toward her and was like, "You want some?" Her eyes got big, and she kind of backed up and ran off. XDDD It was so funny.

Later, still at the burrito dinner, we were playing with the rubber gloves, and this freshman percussionist named Joey decided to see what would happen if you shook up a can of pop, put a glove over it, and opened it. Nothing happened (I don't think he shook it up enough), so some other freshman percussionist took it, dumped the pop into the glove, and drank it. Note that this was a USED glove. x_x;; Apparently it tasted kind of like cough syrup (the pop, I mean... not the glove XD).

A little after that the bari sax player, Randy, was walking around with a blown-up glove stuck to his stomach. He was going up to people and saying, "Milk me!" He scared the hell out of the BD's younger sister and a flute player who didn't know he was behind them... it was so funny to watch them freak out. xp

Well, this one time at band camp..

Derek stole Mr. W's Whistle & Hid it in the Tuba. He made signs all around camp for him to follow so he could find it. He was PISSED.

So at.. 2 in the morning, Mr. W woke everyone up. He had told us that a woman broke loose from the Insane Asylum (which is actually very near the camp) and was loose on the camp ground. The cop that we have watching the camp every night fires three shots. And turned his sirens on. Mr. W told us all to grab our sleeping bags, pillows, and one personal posession, and to ogoto the chapel where it would be safe.

About halfway to the chapel Mr. W turns and goes "Oh yeah, SIKE!"

Needless to say we gave him hell the next day.

We stole the batteries from his like megaphone thing he used to bark orders at us 3nodding and burie them.