Band Director: "Let's run it one more time."
Freshman: Thank god, I wanna go home.
Seniors-Sophomores: My dearest Agatha, as the war rages on, I mustn't return to the Manor. The honor of our family is of the utmost value in the mere comparison of my life. Time is a commodity at this point, seeing as my days will be of endless trials and tribulations. Tell mother I shall be late for dinner tonight, tomorrow night, and from now till the end of time. Tell father I'm sorry for my harsh words, and that he was right. Now, sweet sister, I shall forever be enslaved to this August heat. Go on, and live your life free of anymore sorrow. Adieu, my dear. Adieu.
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Marching Band Stuff
Humorso aPpaREnTLy there are an abundance of band people here so I shall document my experiences as well have fun lads
