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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 6:51 pm
 The fieldA field that starts off green, and slowly dies as the marching band season progresses. Used for teaching the newbies how to march and cleaning drill, it has burnt yard lines, sidelines, hashes, and every four steps for accuracy.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 5:45 pm
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♮Euphonium Section Leader
♯Senior
Writing on sheet music in pen...
Jedi was dying to march...and he was also rather sore from this morning's beating. But regardless, he had a need. The need, to...oh s**t, to march didn't rhyme...oh well. Though, they were just doing basics right now, which was a total bummer. And not even with their instruments. Bleh, soon enough. He was dying to learn some drill! He wondered if Don, the band's drill writer, had put in another hidden p***s. Last year he didn't...and Jedi really hoped he didn't this year as well.
...is a sin. Like killing a mockingbird. 
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 4:41 pm
((Before I post, can I ask a few questions to determine the style of marching? Like commands and things? If I should move this post somewhere else, let me know.
What commands do you use? I've heard the "Band ten hut, mark time mark" (1,2,3,4,5,6,7, set and step?) all in even increments. I've heard the "mark time, mark" said like (1)mark (&)time... (3,4)maaaarrrkkk". Do you use "detail" or just "set?" "band horns up"? Do you guys do "forward, march. Left flank, march. etc"? Just out of curiosity, to make things a little easier.
And if you say Cavalier's style, or Blue Devils style (etc) I wont understand. lol))
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 5:56 pm
jjgonejellos son -oh- ((Before I post, can I ask a few questions to determine the style of marching? Like commands and things? If I should move this post somewhere else, let me know.
What commands do you use? I've heard the "Band ten hut, mark time mark" (1,2,3,4,5,6,7, set and step?) all in even increments. I've heard the "mark time, mark" said like (1)mark (&)time... (3,4)maaaarrrkkk". Do you use "detail" or just "set?" "band horns up"? Do you guys do "forward, march. Left flank, march. etc"? Just out of curiosity, to make things a little easier.
And if you say Cavalier's style, or Blue Devils style (etc) I wont understand. lol))
I made a topic in the resources subforum. Check there x3
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 8:41 pm
 Yolanda entered the field lightly, taking in the wonderful of fresh, growing grass. Grass that she knew would soon be trampled by hours of rehersal and practice. Whatever it takes to be the best... She smiled, setting down her bag as she waited for the rest of the troupe while applying sunscreen.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 9:19 am
Jello sat crosslegged in the grass. She looked down at the freshly trimmed green blades, trying to save the image in her mind. She knew it wouldn't be long before the grass began drying out and was trampled to death. It would become a sickly yellowish color, and become more and more sparse as peoples' shoes dug it up, leaving mud patches. Then the rains would come, and the grass would make an attempt at growing back, but the mud patches would be too wide and too deep. It would cause the band to have to switch to the back of the field, where there was more grass and less mud, and where the grass was greener. They'd do away with that grass also, and by the time that winter came, the entire field would be dead and barren. But of course, by that time, winter will have brought with it snow flurries to at least partially cover up the destruction.
((Can you tell I just finished reading the Grapes of Wrath?))
Jello stared deeply at the grass, but then gave up. She leaned back slowly until her head hit the ground, and closed her eyes. She had already applied slightly less than the recommended amount of sunscreen, and after being told they wouldn't be needed, put her instrument back in its case. She laid there, waiting for someone to walk by, or for one of the staff to command them into the first basic blocks of the year.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 7:08 pm
 Heather "Pepe" Adams♮Tuba ♯Sophomore ~Don't make me...~ Pepe was smart enough to put her horn away before heading out to the field. Rudy said that they wouldn't need them, and he was usually right. As she skipped, yes, skipped, to the field, she sang a little song she heard on this video she watch on youtube the other day: ~"If you were gay That'd be okay! I mean cause hey I'd like you anyway! Because you see, If it were me, I would feel free to say that I was gay (But I'm not gay.) If you were queer I'd still be here year after year because you're dear to me And I know you would accept me too If I told you today, "Hey! Guess what, I'm gay!" (Bit I'm not gay.) I'm happy Just being with you. So what should it matter to me what you do in bed with guys?-" At that point, she was at the field, and someone had thrown their shoe at her, and hit her right in the head, causing her to stop short. "OOOOooowwww" she cried, rubbing the spot where it had hit. "That hurt!" She looked around for the shoe, and saw a black marching shoe, size 8 in mens. She picked it up, and looked inside for a name -for the members would write their names in the shoe in case they lost it.- "Jedi! I'm gonna kill you!" she shouted, running towards him. But then, something caught her eye. Something so enchanting, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened, the scowl on her face disappeared, and was replaced by a big grin. "BUTTERFLY!!!" she yelled, proceeding to chase it. She dropped the shoe, and tried to catch it, acting just like a cat. Oh yeah, A.D.D. was the bomb. ~...open up a can of white girl can't dance~[ that song has been stuck in my head all week >.< ]
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 11:25 am
Yolanda sat once she felt ready to face the heat and wrath of the sun. There were people arriving and she figured she should make the most of her time before marching and learning drill. She chuckled lightly at Pepe's antics, learning quickly where certain loyalties and rivarly lay within the band.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 7:52 pm
 𝕸𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔩 𝕱𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔰 ☽𝕬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝕺𝔯𝔲𝔪 𝕸𝔞𝔧𝔬𝔯☾
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Marcel arrived at the field, breathing in the fresh...smell of KFC cooking in the distance. It was cruel. During late rehearsals, between five and six, they'd cook their chicken, and half of the band would stick their noses in the air and groan. It was messed up! They were hungry, and...well, you get the point. Marcel chuckled softly at Pepe and her butterfly friend. Oh, the mind of some teenagers. Though he himself had chased,successfully caught, and tied up one of those big beetles that would fly around and scare the s**t out of the girls. It was funny to watch them.
▬▬▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬（ ♪ ）▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬ ▬▬▬▬ ____________[ ]
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 9:55 am
Jello heard Pepe singing a song as she approached. She giggled to herself, recognizing the song, and thinking of a funny spoof of it that someone had put on youtube based on her favorite band. Sitting up, she turned her head towards the girl and watched her chase the butterfly. "Pepe!" she called. "Don't hurt the butterfly, Pepe." Slowly, conserving as much energy as possible so as to have an adequate amount saved for practice, she stood up and walked over to Pepe.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 2:27 pm
Heather "Pepe" Adams♮Tuba ♯Sophomore ~Don't make me...~ Pepe immediately stopped as soon as she heard Jello, standing there in a cartoon like fashion as the butterfly flew away. It seemed to taunt her, and she could have sworn she heard it say "nyeh nyeh na nyeh nyeh!" ...oh gosh, she should have taken her medication that morning. "Yes ma'am..." she said, finally standing up like a regular human being. ~...open up a can of white girl can't dance~
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 8:11 pm
 Alba Cayer Alba was walking to the field with Emmett awkwardly being tugged along with her. She heard someone singing a song from Avenue Q and started to join in until she heard a loud "Ow".
Alba set her horn at the sideline and realized that no one else had brought theirs. FUUU. I lugged Emmett out here for nothing. Alba noticed a few people standing around, unsure of who to talk to first.OUTSTANDING.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 10:27 am
"Results...
Yolanda yawned, she just couldn't help it. So far, she was bored, although she knew that she should've been happy that they weren't being worked to death at the moment. Yet, she wanted to start, and get the day going before she found herself asleep on the grass. Sitting up, she scanned the field. There were a few people already arriving, some who had mistakingly brought thier instruments.
»»ooc:Sorry for disappearing~««
...Not Excuses."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:27 pm
▂▃▅▆█ЈєɗɪɗɪαҺ Ғυ¢Һѕ█▆▅▃▂
♮Euphonium Section Leader
♯Senior
Writing on sheet music in pen...
Ha. Saved by a butterfly. Pepe was adorable, Jedi would admit it, but still...so weird. He got his shoe back, and before he was able to put it back on, he heard the drum major say "Set up a block! Seven rows!" Ah, s**t. he thought. No way, he wasn't going to let himself get to the block late...so, like the others, he ran to the block, his left shoe on his foot, and his right in his hand. He got there just in time to hear "Band 'ten hut!" and everyone snapped to attention...well, most did. A few freshmen were still moving, trying to get a spot. And most of the veterans were shouting "Don't move!" Typical, of both groups anyway. After the movement stopped, the DM said "Dress center dress!" and everyone's hands came up to meet each other, their arms at a 45 degree angle. Soon, they all found a spot, and had dressed, so the DM said "Band horns down!" then "Relax." That gave Jedi to put his shoe back on. How convenient, right? Like he knew that he would get the chance to put his shoe on after getting to the block, instead of putting it on before and risk the chance of being late. Fu fu.
The instructor, Fernando, went over basics. Parade rest, attention, horns up, marking time, et cetera. All boring to Jedi, but at least it would help him get back into straight leg mode. Shooot...
They did some exercises, like windows [If you need me to explain this, let me know and I'll post it in resources somewhere]. Watching all the newcomers look around, all confused, was rather funny, but he didn't laugh out loud. He was focused on this, which was a rare thing for the man to do.
The end of rehearsal came fast, and they had some extra time after. Though, the staff wasn't going to let them out early just like that, oh no. Quality time with the band....time...eh...how fun. They could always just sit in a circle and play the fingering game. Yes, it sounds dirty, but it isn't. Everyone has ten fingers, and each person gets a turn tosay I have never done blah blah blah" (as long as it hasn't already been said). If you have done what they haven't, then you put a finger down. Whoever has the most fingers at the end wins.
Jedi asked around to see if anyone else wanted to play. A few people did, including Marcel and Pepe, so that was cool.
...is a sin. Like killing a mockingbird.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 6:52 pm
Alba Cayer Alba rolled her shoulders back after rehearsal. Holding a mello that long is not pleasant she remembered from last season with her old band. She was putting her mello away when she heard some other marchers starting a game. The only way she'd meet people was if she joined them she thought. "Hey, do you mind if I join?" she asked the one that looked like he was directing things.
((I realized after typing that they didn't use instruments today. -.-" sorry...D: ))OUTSTANDING.
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