Family is a strong word, but for band it fits. Think about it everyone has the cousin you don't like or a weird uncle...but there is always people to look up too, for me I am the big brother, I watch over my saxes like a caring father would watch his children. Andy, my prized brother (not really but he should be) I've have gotten him out of tons of scrapes
And bad situations, he is my bro, more of a brother then my actual brother is. With his fiery red hair and lean figure he really matches me a stubby five foot nine 250 pound guy. We are the pinnacles of an oxymoron, but that's what makes us match, his endless energy and my endless jokes we make the perfect imagine team. THE SKYS ARE ENDLESS.

The family is in the band
The magic is in the hand
To beat and toot our way
In our cosmic stay
Makes the emotions soar
The song we adore
The song we hate to play
But we must everyday
Numbers fly through the air
Bouncing off, everywhere
The baton swings its hypnotic dance
Sending all into a numeric trance
Your heart matches beat
The pulse straining your feet
The family is in the band
The magic is in the hand