Chaos reigned in the band room. Actually, it reigned in the entire band hall, and flooded out into the Commons. Bandies were running around in black socks, pajama bottoms, t-shirts, and other under-uniform garments. Probably ten girls at a time were squeezed into the dinky band hall restroom, and there were more in the pitch-black Commons restroom. Uniforms could be seen hanging in every possible free spot and people were frantically trying to get their uniforms on in the time that we had before we had before our before-game meeting. Fifteen minutes later, the chaos quickly moved into the auditorium. The drummers began acting like, well, drummers (no offense to any drummers), and people were beginning to "call" seats (why? I really don't know). "SENIORS IN THE FRONT ROW!" could be heard from the seniors. The clapping game began, and soon all the Bandies were into it and half-dancing. Announcements were made by Mr. Taylor (our other band director), Silver Star was given, and we were told it was time to line up to march into the game.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" screamed the entire band as we came through The Tunnel. Band Parents, friends of Bandies, and other family members clapped and cheered us on. Mr. E. took pictures. There were really no students there that respected the band. It was only people that were directly connected. We really didn't think on it, though, because right now we were in our own little world. It was just another typical game.