I really don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. But please read it. Sometimes in the journey of the competition, we forget what Marching Band is. We forget the dreams and fun. We forget what should not have been forgotten.

A collection of stories and such (in chronological order) of my life as an oboe player in elementary, middle, and now high school.

When Allison has to chose between band and popularity she finds friends, love, and something to believe in where she least expects it. Finished

Written in honor of the last football game of the season. Only four more seasons like this cries

Fern faces her tenth grade year with a new band director and an unexpected love