Here we go *breathes deeply* now I realize, that no one reads these lame
ol' band fics anyway (sadly, they don't know what they're missing…) and we
all know that band kids are the most insanist , dorkiest people (DAMN PROUD
OF IT, TOO!) in the whole entire world, but try seeing things from THEY'RE
perspective by reading this fic, K?! (Involves those lovely people I love
so much who run around my head and have become fondly referred to as "Those
Band Kids" btw, they're all MY BAND KIDS!)
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Football. The All American Sport. Watching big men pound each other mercilessly into the ground seems to be a favorite pastime of Americans. You have your wrestling, your hockey, and your football. That's what Americans do for entertainment.
You want entertainment? They'll give you entertainment.
There are exactly 97 members in the band (give or take a few halves here and there who are so far gone they can hardly function anymore).
Are they nerds?
Yes.
Are they insane?
You would have to be to stand and play outside in freezing cold and rainy weather playing for the LOSER side. The things they do for their fifteen minutes, and the things that need to be done to chronicle them.
If I were to write a brief description of each member in this band, I would have a whole story complete and stapled ready to give to you. It would be plotless, but it would get a lot of laughs. That's all band members seem good for in this world: laughs. Take a moment to consider the times you've given a band member a wedgie or kicked their instruments just for fun. Then, take a moment to reflect that they may do the same to you someday. Band members aren't Barney kids, folks. They don't run around preaching nonviolence, numbers, and colors. They aren't STONED… they're aware of what you do to them, they're probably just too nice to do anything about it.
This is a story about real band kids. Real band kids in a real band. Not flaky, stereotyped-to-hide-the-TRUE-band-geek-from-the-naked-eye. I mean, down in the dirt, kicking, screaming, feet-rolling band kid.
This is where you ask yourself… Am I brave enough to go on?
~*~*~*~
Football. The All American Sport. Watching big men pound each other mercilessly into the ground seems to be a favorite pastime of Americans. You have your wrestling, your hockey, and your football. That's what Americans do for entertainment.
You want entertainment? They'll give you entertainment.
There are exactly 97 members in the band (give or take a few halves here and there who are so far gone they can hardly function anymore).
Are they nerds?
Yes.
Are they insane?
You would have to be to stand and play outside in freezing cold and rainy weather playing for the LOSER side. The things they do for their fifteen minutes, and the things that need to be done to chronicle them.
If I were to write a brief description of each member in this band, I would have a whole story complete and stapled ready to give to you. It would be plotless, but it would get a lot of laughs. That's all band members seem good for in this world: laughs. Take a moment to consider the times you've given a band member a wedgie or kicked their instruments just for fun. Then, take a moment to reflect that they may do the same to you someday. Band members aren't Barney kids, folks. They don't run around preaching nonviolence, numbers, and colors. They aren't STONED… they're aware of what you do to them, they're probably just too nice to do anything about it.
This is a story about real band kids. Real band kids in a real band. Not flaky, stereotyped-to-hide-the-TRUE-band-geek-from-the-naked-eye. I mean, down in the dirt, kicking, screaming, feet-rolling band kid.
This is where you ask yourself… Am I brave enough to go on?