INTRODUCTION
If I could lie and tell you about band my freshman year, it would probably be considered a cheesy run of the mill band story, and be thrown into the trash.
But the thing is…I can't lie. I can't make this a run-of-the mill "I found love and happiness in band" story. I love band, I really do, and it really has been the best experience of my life, but it was hard, and it did hurt sometimes. And that's what this story is about.
It's
all true (tweaked a little bit so no one gets offended), and it all
really happened.
Yes, band changed my life. And yes, I've
never had an experience (or a family) quite like these 290 kids
(especially whilst packed into those nine buses). And though it
wasn't all perfect and fun and games…I think that's what made
it band. The fact that we got yelled at together as well as praised.
So this is it I guess. The story of my freshman year. I'll go by the name Andy, I guess (and no, my name really isn't Andy- that's more of a band camp thing). I'm a flute player, and I am in the Avon Marching Black and Gold.
I would say something stupid like "and this is my story" or "this is the reality of what REALLY happened at band camp", but that just seems so wrong.
So yea.
My name's Andy. Nice to meet you.