Dear faithful readers:

I have delete this story because someone pointed out that they went against some rules... I will get back to this later, with small stories behind each band joke I wrote on this. thank you for being faithful to me. I will post a new chapter for this soon.

Sincerely,

Victorie Evans

You can identify yourself in a band picture.

I walked into the house carrying my book bag, with my two younger sisters trailing behind. I snatched open the front door and raced upstairs, to find my older brother and my mother sitting on the couch, looking over a book.

It wasn't just any book, it was my brother's first high school yearbook. It's name only appropriate, for this was his first year. I was only a year younger, but I practically lived in the band room over at Daniel Boone High School. I had the privilege to be one of the few proud eighth graders to be accepted into the high school marching band.

I strolled over to the couch part of my family occupied. They were looking at the organizations, like ROTC and football and, of course, marching band.

"Can I look?" I ask, curious to see what picture they used for the band.

"No," my brother, Alex, grunted, flipping the pages slowly as my mother fussed over every single person, trying to ask if he or she was nice enough for my brother or myself.

"Is he a nice boy?" Mom asks, pointing to an average looking guy on one of the many pages.

"He's okay..." my brother mumbled, trying to look for some specific picture.

"No mom," I scold.

"No what?"

"I do not plan on dating any guys soon, I am a happy, single, girl," I announced, not wanting to talk about my secret ex-boyfriend, who dumped me a month ago. I didn't care, I got over it.

My mother huffed, letting Alex flip the a bit faster. Suddenly one page caught my eye. I put my hand on the page, staring intently at it. It was the picture of all of the band at our first competition of the year.

"Hey! There I am!" I yelled, pointing at the band student holding a clarinet in front of their face. You couldn't tell one person from another by looking at their faces, only their instruments.

"Are you sure that that's you?" Mom asked, squinting at the person I was pointing at.

"Yeah."

I started pointing out all of the band members, putting names with instruments. All my brother and mom did was squint at each person, trying to figure out if one person was a boy or girl.

When I was done with the name-instrument pairing, my family gave me disbelieving looks. I felt like a big ol' band geek. And I was only thinking 'hey, I got into a yearbook, and I don't even go to the school yet.'

AN: This, by the way happened last year, and is a true story. I hoped you enjoy. the rest of the chapters will be like this. sorry for taking the original down.