I am a freshman at Atascadero High School, and I'm on the colorgaurd team. You know, it isn't the easiest job in the school, but someone has got to do it, so I'm glad I'm part of it. I'll bet all of you trumpets and clarinets think we're all a bunch of airheads. Well, maybe your flag team is, but I know I'm not! Sure, sometimes we can act pretty stupid, and we don't always do our routine perfect, but have you ever tried to do what we can? I don't think you could do half of what that slow chubby girl who always drops it can! Sure, you have to memorize your music, but your also babied by Mr. Wallace because he just loves you band kids! But us flag girls, if we don't do everything exactly right, then off with our heads! From a personal point of view, I know my bomb toss isn't perfect, and that my parallel is lopsided, but must you rub it in my face? I work on it night and day. So if you don't mind, your trombonist is off by a half beat. Yes, that's right, he played that note on the downbeat. I know you all noticed it, but you didn't say anything because you didn't want to run through it again—you're tired of Mr. Wallace screaming over the mega-phone, "Lets go back one set! From measure 45!" too, aren't you? So if my parallel doesn't quite make it all around, why do you go telling him? The drummers are the only cool band members. Make good pillows too. But the berets are itchy. I'm out.

This isn't ranting, its not even venting. Its fan fiction… I'm a fan of flags.