Haven't updated this in a while. Mostly because every time I try to write one like this it becomes a poem…

This is a mix between a message of love to my section and a letter to a freshman.

Story: I tried out for drum major this past year for the coming season. At my school, drum majors are auditioning for drum major and section leader. From my section it was me, a freshman everyone knew wouldn't make drum major, another sophomore like me who was only auditioning for section leader and was probably my biggest competition, and another freshman who was also really good and auditioning for section leader.

I did not do well in my conducting audition, and was cut from the drum major interviews. However, this meant my chances at section leader were still as high as anybody else. On results day, we found I had made section leader. This did not make the good freshman happy. I know it wasn't so much as she didn't get it, but that I did. Since that, she has been making my life miserable.
It started with stuff I didn't really care about.

I was in both band classes, as was she. For the end of year concert, I had second parts and one first part. This was only because I had gone on the Anaheim trip, where only two people had first parts, which was the section leader for that year and the sophomore who had auditioned for section leader. Well, the freshman had not gone on Anaheim trip. Since both first parts were only in the higher band, unlike us, she was given first parts to make up for lack of them.

Me and her sat on the front row, just us. Well, she got angry, because I would always sit in the "first chair" spot, because technically I was, even though I didn't have all first parts. This was minor thing 1. She stole the spot. This did not make me very angry, before you all start going off "its just a chair". It is just a chair. Which is why I don't see why it mattered so much to her. This was after her chewing me out about it.

Anyway, that same day, we were working on the song I had first on, so we were sharing music. My music. The stand was a bit far away for me, so I moved it over just a bit. She moved it even farther away. I kind of thought nothing of it, and just tilted it so I could see. She tilted it back, once again farther. Which left me playing from memory on a song we had only gotten photocopies of the day before.

Then we shared a stand on graduation, because our director switched me to all first parts for that, and she had all firsts. When it was over, she asked me to get her chair and stand. I said no, but she walked away anyway. And nobody would help me, and I wasn't allowed to make two trips. If I left the chair and stand there, I would get in trouble. So I had to carry two chairs, a stand, and my clarinet. She is so lucky that when I dropped my clarinet accidentally that it landed in grass, and therefore did not break. It was my nice 80 year old wooden clarinet Kiki too. That I might add has been in my family for over 50 of those 80- years.


You are my section.

You may get on my nerves, but you are still mine. Like a child, or a sister. At times I wish you dead, but at others, I'm glad your by my side.

Everyone hates their siblings. But deep down, we all know we love them. We would do anything for them. We know it. We deny it, but we know it.

Sometimes, we may ask for something, and not get it. Then, when our sibling asks for the same thing, nobody hesitates. It makes us angry. It always does. We want revenge. We want what they have. We wont stop until we get it. We won't be nice until they are broken, it is broken.

You continue to fight. The object is destroyed.

Sometimes, we may audition for something. We may want it real bad. Just like the object. We audition and do our best. We don't get it. Then, another of your section auditions for the same spot. They get it. This makes us angry. It always does. We want revenge. We want that spot. We won't stop until we get it. We won't be nice until they are broken., the section is against them as you are.

You continue to fight, and they lose the sections trust. But now its impossible to fix. The section is rebellious. They trust no one. They listen to no one.

All because one person made them think it was alright to not listen. To rebel.

Now you look at that object. The broken one. You know its all your fault. Your sibling cries. You feel bad.

Now you look at your section.

The rebellious one. The ruined one.

You know its all your fault. Your section leader cries. They are broken, but everything you wanted so bad is broken too. Now none of you can have it. And now, your section sibling is upset as well.

Your sibling didn't mean to make you upset. They didn't know how badly you wanted that object.

You are my section.

I don't want to hurt you. I didn't know how badly you wanted this spot.

I've worked for it too. We both did. We all did. I did not get it just to make you angry. I did not try just because I wanted to hurt you. I wanted it. Is that wrong? You wanted it too. If I am wrong, does that make you wrong?

You are my section.

I love you. All of you. You may get on my nerves, but I still love you.

I will always love you.

You are my brothers and sisters. You are my sons and daughters. We are family. We were all born from mother Music and father Band. We are all connected by our love of mother and father. We are connected. We are one.

You are my section.

And I love you.

I always will.

Dedicated to: Brittany my unlisted assistant, Savannah the little sister I never had, Manny the handful, Seamus even though he left us, Mckenzie the spaztastic freshy, Tim the slim jim, Rachel the new girl on the block, James the sunless shadow, Josh the gentle giant on bass clarinet, and all those freshman coming in that I don't know yet! I 3 you all!

Its kinda sad that my authors note is longer then the chapter…