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One Band....More Like This
One Mouth piece to play it all....
One reed to guide them...
One Band Director to bring them all
And in the darkness and instruct them..
workI've been working on the Band ShowMore Like This
All the live-long day~
I've been working on the Band Show
Just to pass the time away~
Can't you hear the Brass a-blowing
Far too early in the morn~
Can't you hear Ms. Caulfield shouting-
TJ, fix that form!
Marching BandLet me tell you, I know Hell. Hell is a place of unbearable heat, where hopeless souls are forced into meaningless labor, in this particular case, walk around in bizarre patterns while playing instruments. In case you haven't guessed, I'm talking about High School Marching Band. I had been absolutely apposed to the idea of marching band, because it wasn't required for my level of band. Additionally I really sucked at playing Clarinet when I was sitting still, despite my seven years of it prior. Unfortunately for me, my parents were dead set on making me go. Now as anyone who has ever been a kid before, knows about the Parental OverrideMore Like This
Marching BandMarching band:More Like This
It’s sweating and dehydrating and making perverted jokes; marching until 11 at night and waking up at 4 the next day to go to competition; living at the school because you have a music booster for a mother, spending all your free time working, getting there at 7 in the morning because you just aren’t good enough yet.
It’s spending 7+ hours a day practicing; learning drills, practicing music, covering the basics, making your legs hurt (because that means you’re doing it right), getting yelled at, yelling at others, measuring steps.
It’s avoiding flags and making friends, repeating it over and ove
The Marching BandHere are the trumpetsMore Like This
The sound
The entertainment of the song
Next are clarinets
Back up to the rest
Yet vital to the sound
The flutes up now
Barely audible
Yet very much there
Next are saxes
The symbol of jazz
Last of them all
The drumline appears
Loud and proud
We are the band
We are the REAL team
Of the football games
Half-time is game time
That's what we say
You know you just come
To see the band
It's not all play
Don't be fooled
Try six hours
Of band camp
In the rain
Always step off
With your left foot
One more time?
No such thing
Fifteen plus more time today
Perhaps you mean
There is lots of good
In marc
So I've been thinking....Well loves,More Like This
I feel like it's time to say goodbye.
Lately nothing is working for me and I've come to realise just how annoying and frustration it is to work out a plot, type it up and finish off.
It's taking up all of my mind and I just can't stand it anymore.
I'm very sorry about those people who requested things from me lately and the kind people who entered my contest, but I can't do this anymore.
I'm going to deactivate in a couple of days when I've finished saying goodbye to people.
You've all been incredibly kind and wonderful people and I'm sorry to say I'll probably never speak to you all again.
Yours respectfully,
Shihagami.
....... April Fools! ;D
Couldn't resist honestly! Sorry if I've pissed someone off by doing this, but hey I've never pranked someone in my entire life before, so I thought why not now? ^^
Offbeat: PrologueApril 5th, 2011More Like This
Forever and a day is such short time—that was how long I had to wait. I mean, seriously, I still had to talk to my friends, tell them how I was doing. That would only take five minutes, not five centuries for God’s sake. Wow, I had not seen them in so long. What happened to them? Why were they gone? I could not remember. It was frustrating, that feeling of not remembering something that you were supposed to remember. As if I had hit my head hard against the wall and suffered amnesia. Hell, I couldn’t feel my head. I didn’t know how I was still able to think to myself when I could not feel myself think
Sta.sh
