Marching Band, or My Life among the Geeks

by Music Manic 101

This is my story of high school romance, heartbreak, and the music that went along with it. Think Twice before saying "this one time in Band Camp".

Disclaimer: This work is MY OWN ORIGINAL WORK. Unlike most things I write I own it :P

Enjoy

Marching Band.

The very word draws the icy cold breath of social suicide, high school obscurity, long practices, ugly ass uniforms, and most of all BAND CAMP. It's the only place where you can experience the highest highs, and lowest lows of life. It's the place that you can't wait to come to, and then leave. And most of all, its the place where you realize who you really are.

Band Camp is not a movie. There's no obscene thing to do with an oboe (or English horn if you want to be precise). Most bands don't even have an oboe. If the band members wanted to pull pranks we would be so tired from the 4-hour morning practice, the 3-hour afternoon practice, and the 4-hour evening practice to even try. Band camp is not for the light of heart, and if you can't take the heat... well you know the rest.

This is the story, based on true events of the Band Camp from hell that united thirty strangers into a strong and champion band.

Let's start at the beginning first.