BAND TEN HUT!!! Or as how I used to hear it, BEN TAN UP!!! We all snapped into attention. Tip: never look at the drum major's eyes. You will regret it in the future.
From what I was listening, the seniors couldn't keep a straight face, because of Clark. Clark was laughing, so he released us from attention. Sometimes it was funny, sometimes it was annoying. Especially if it's a football night and your feet are hurting. Despite it all, I. MUST. STAY. STILL.
"CHINS"
"UP"
"SHOULDERS"
"BACK"
"HEELS"
"TOGETHER"
"EYES"
"WITH PRIDE"
"EYES"
"WITH PRIDE"
"EYES"
"WITH PRIDEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! "BAND DISMISSED!!!"
"BBHS"
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"Once I was a boogie singer playing in a rock and roll band!" I sing along as I dance and boogie my way into the band room. I pointed finger guns at the pigeons, grooving to the guitar part, reaching my destination at last. As soon as I remove my headphones, I heard my name.
"Hey, Loki!" Someone called. With a dramatic head turn, my eyes caught the tall brown person with the sweater in the hundred-degree weather. Meet Wade, AKA Deadpool. My best friend, partner in crime, and mercenary, and part exhibitionist when in his drum major uniform. He's the darkest out of everyone, and since the drum major uniforms are all black. It's a bit racist, but Wade finds it funny, heck, he enjoys the jokes. If no harm is done, it's all cool.
Wade pats me on the back with his giant music binder filled with the show scores. "Do you still have some voice with you or you lost it all during the game last night cheering?"
"I can talk, but my back still aches. Nothing new," I chuckled, removing my glasses. Don't want to lose these things again. I've already lost my old pair, which is why I'm trading them for shades. The sun is blinding today, let's not go even blinder today.
Wade ran off somewhere else while I set up my saxophone. As I was putting on my reed, someone pushed me straight into the locker walls, chipping my reed.
"Sorry!" Shouted Liam as he went outside with his bari. "I'll buy you a reed tomorrow!"
I groaned as I opened my locker to get my spare reeds. I've already chipped five this month! Three of them have been chipped by Liam again.
"Another chipped reed?!" Wade hollered. "Jesus, you need an unlimited supply of reeds Ty." If only that existed. Every reed costs about five dollars, the box alone is overpriced, but god, Vandoren and Rico reeds are so good! Why did the saxophone become my primary instrument? The world may never know.
"C'mon, we're going to be late," Wade shoved me outside with him. I punched him in the shoulder for almost chipping the reed that I just got, but that was a terrible mistake. With the most shocked and angry face, Wade gasped. "You touched my man-boob."
"I did not touch your freaken man-boob, you liar."
Wade almost slapped me across the face. "Don't make me shank you!"
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The Trumpet And The Sax
Teen FictionTyler Rodriguez, Barl Bayden's George Michael fanatic, King of Asgard, and Ruler of Saxophones, is his band's most hyperactive saxophone player they've ever had yet. Followed by his best friend Wade Parker, Alice Rolder, and the attractive Hufflepu...
