AKA "The Goddess Returns!"
Yes, folks, the Goddess is back to bless you all with wonderful tales of marching band.
...Sooner or later...
So what has been up with the Goddess? She has been the only sophomore first alto sax, that is what has been up!
(And that is what has been keeping me so busy, unfortunately. A steady flow of marching band fics are soon to come, I promise.)
And now on to the actual content of this fic. Heh.
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Sure, the fans love it when the football team does good. The football team doesn't mind playing a few more games if it means more fame for them. But what about the band?
I can think of a million things wrong with playoffs. (Okay, so maybe not a million, but I'll see what I can do.)
1. Delay of concert season. This may or may not be a good thing. Not that I myself am particularly looking forward to concert season, but we haven't gotten our tryout results yet, and probably won't until the football team stops doing good.
2. More quality squad time. This also may or may not be a good thing, depending on your squad. My squad sucks. My squad is a frosh who can't march, me (a sophomore who can march), a junior who can't march, and a senior who can't march. And aforementioned senior is also my good-for-nothing squad leader.
3. Weekend? What weekend? Are we supposed to have a weekend?
4. Chilliness. I live in Ohio. About this time in November, it gets cold. Really cold. And we're out at 7 o'clock at night, bundled up in as many layers as we can fit under our raincoats... At my last regular game of the season, it was so cold on the field that my fingers felt about as big around as hot dogs, and about as mobile.
5. Learning new shows. Everybody loves learning new shows, right? We're learning a drill for this upcoming game that's pretty much fatal if you accidentally turn the wrong way. Does the director think that we're actually going bother to memorize the new music and learn the new drill? Nah.
6. Cancelling plans. Now you have to tell Great-Aunt Edna, "I'm sorry, I can't come to your birthday party on Friday that I promised to come to back in June, I have to go to the football game." I'm sure she'll understand.
7. Rivalries revisited. Ever notice how you always end up playing your rival school again? Isn't that annoying? You sit back and say "Didn't we just do this?" but you have to do it again...and then their band makes fools of yours on local TV. Or maybe that's just something that our rival school does.
And I'm sure there's a dozen other things that I'm not thinking of. Playoffs are terribly inconvenient for the band, why couldn't the football team think of us for once and just stop at 10 games?