Author's Note: Ok so this is a diary of a flute player in marching band. It's random nosiness, but when is marching band not. I got the idea from an author named Spacepotatoe, but mine is different. Also, I just want to say that I like every instrument in the band. So if I make fun of an instrument that you play, please don't take it in a bad way. Anyway, hope you like it!
Diary of a Flute PlayerDay one: Band camp started. Met up with other flutes. Made fun of the low brass. Drum major is hot.
Day two: Made fun of new members. Ducked taped a Baritone player to a chair, left him on the football field. Came up with the flute theme song, blew bubbles and memorized by them. Low brass is evil.
Day three: Baritone still on football field. Stole the can of tuna. Gained a new best friend, my flute. Shoved a trumpet in a locker. Drum major is still hot.
Day four: Wishing that I were an Oscar Mayer Weener. Tackled the band director. Hide the color guards flags, running from the color guards. Stuck flute up uniform, came up with the retarded duck. Flutes did the hoky poky and the chicken dance. Trumpet player still in the locker.
Day seven: Other trumpet players looking for lost trumpet. Flute is really shiny. Finding a Baritone attractive, makes me want to throw up. Killed a football player and cheerleader. Drum major took his shirt off, flutes players started to drool.
Day ten: Marched for eight hours, longing to hurt the band director, must resist. Had a light saber fight with a clarinet, Mormons are funny. Drew Bob the fox and Philip the penguin.
Day fifteen: Football players and cheerleaders came after us, convinced them that it was the low brass who killed them, low brass section leader is carried off. Learned how to do the alien sigh with fingers. Found out that drum major is dating a cheerleader.
Day twenty: Killed drum major's cheerleader girlfriend, comfort drum major. Lit saxophones plume on fire. Dirty danced to Pirates of the Caribbean CD. Caught clarinet section leader making out with the tuba player, eeww. Tackled the band director again. Clarinets and Saxophones are wood suckers, brass players are medal blowers, silent giggles.
Day twenty-five: Silly stringed the trombone players, trombone players threw water at us. Watched as a trombone player got hit in the head while doing trombone suicide, laughed until I cried.
Day thirty: pretend to know my music. Low brass section leader found wearing a cheerleader outfit. Stole the piccolo from section leader, used piccolo to annoy the Saxes. Duck tape is shiny.