It's falling in love with the former third-chair alto sax player
It's knowing you can't have him
It's naming your saxophone
It's messing up the whole band by playing one beat too early
It's laughing hysterically
It's giving Jessica nerds and fearing for the world.
It's giving up the one you love to your fellow flutist and friend because you feel like it's right.
It's smiling to yourself as you hear the band play good
It's wanting to shove a rag in "Darci's" trumpet to muffle it.
It's laughing at the expressions "Darci" puts on playing said trumpet.
It's laughing because the only two girls in the low brass section play out the whole of the brass section.
It's hating the piccolo player.
It's sitting with your friends at lunch and begging Cam to come back to band because the altos suck without him... even when you play alto
It's switching to Alto because it's your passion and being good at it byt the second week of owning "Victor"
It's abusing your flute and then feeling bad
It's naming your flute after the aunt you and your best friend share name-wise.
It's eating nerds in band class without the BD knowing.
It's being too sharp on pep songs and it being okay because you play loud anyway
It's being friends with both upperclassmen and lowerclassmen
It's knowing that we need Jackson back to raise the noise level up a few notches in the mornings... cuz we can actually hear the announcements now.
It's having fun even if you're sad
It's crying on the last day of school
It's growing up along side the best
It's band practice
It's skipping school to go on a band feild trip
It's Von Ludwig's resteraunt on a feild trip
It's taking no time at all to get to a far destination
It's riding a charter bus to a preformance
It's sharing the best moments
It's the best friends
It's the music
It's the old music you forgot how to play from two years ago
It's not hearing the anouncements
It's torn reeds
It's the sound of untuned instraments
It's laughing at the squaky saxophone player cuz he's an ass... before you become the squeaky sax player.
It's the final and the first pep assembly
It's the concerts
It's messing up and not caring
It's the photos
It's the magic of solos
It's NOT getting a solo because you suck
It's Josh playing loud enough to not need a microphone on his solos.
It's being really sucky and staying in the band because you can actually play B flat... but forgot C natural, which is just a finger difference on the alto
It's throwing clay at the bass drum and making a dull buuuum...
It's being stupid but loving it
It's failing all tests and not doing homework... but still passing somehow.
It's loving the music
It's abusing the sheet music
It's not getting in trouble for stupid outburts
It's getting locked outside in the rain with only one shoe
It's being able to be yourself and people only think you're a band geek
It's being proud to be a band geek
It's hating the stupid underclassmen
It's being hated for playing the flute
It's the three first divisions from the three judges
It's the record breakers at contest
It's the hugs of triumph
It's the laughter
It's mocking Cam in a nice way for taking ballroom dance and him laughing after getting a first division
It's the joy of the straight firsts across the board
It's the celebrations
It's the jazz band
It's being tired after proving a bunch of insane middle school kids can do anything with an instrament
It's dropping your flute, denting it, and still playing perfect... sorta
It's not being able to get said dents out because they're too bad.
It's damaging your head joint so badly everything's really flat so you have to stuff the head joint all the way in.
It's shoving in the head joint, taking off the tip and playing the highest note loudly to annoy the BD
It's showing the underdogs rock
It's being the only school to get first division at contest
It's loyalty.
It's being the best you can, even if you suck really bad
It's being unable to hate each other
It's preparing to do whatever it takes.
It's playing an instrament when your sick and/or homeschooled
It's remembering the past of wanting to rip off the heads of the trumpeters who sat behind you, drowning you out.
It's being unable to hear because of the trumpets.
It's loving them anyway
It's saying the low voices sound better in some music... even though you're one of the highest voices
It's messing up
It's laughing so hard you play sharply and then not at all.
It's keeping music for ages... and ages... and ages... and ages...
It's passing notes ON your music.
It's writing stupid lyrics that have nothing to do with the songs on the back
It's wanting to burn 'Let's Go Band'
It's not burning it because you lost it... again... in your folder this time...
It's being better at the instrament you've only played for two weeks, as opposed to the one that you started two years ago.
It's the carols you play and sing.
It's playing at a high school basketball game cuz you kick ass.
It's everything and anything plus everyone in the band
It's the missed cues
It's getting yelled at by the BD for no reason
It's dancing to the songs
It's wanting to play 'It's a Small World'
It's laughing with the (former cuz he quit) second chair sax player because he hates the song because he knows it by heart.
It's the pics of the last days there
It's what matters most
It's accomplishment
It's success
It's pride
It's love
It's everything you wanted
It's nothing like you expected
It's tears
It's struggles
It's joy
It's happiness
It's friends
It's Joshuel's jokes
It's failures
It's failing but being proud that you did better earlier then today
It's playing a random note with the whole band and sounding aweful, then being even worse at times two years later.
It's memories OF the random note.
It's the class photo and spotting yourself cuz you looks stupid... but one of your friends looks dorkier.
It's yelling at each other.
It's stress
It's finding true love
It's high fives
It's more than anything you'd ever know
It's more than anything 3
It's giving the boys girl names... and the girls boy names that they acturally learn to resopiond to
It's laughing at ... cough "Yolanda"... because he just isn't a Yolanda.
It's "Lily", the third chair alto player from last year
It's Cereal, the best trombone player in the school
It's knowing anything can be played, just not always correctly.
It's laughing so hard you fall out of your chair onto the spit-laden floor.
It's kncoking Kendall's stand so the music falls off yet again.