A/N Because of how I can't seem to keep up with what happens in band everyday, I'm just kind of fudging stuff over.

~Confuzzled~

Our band is arranged like this: First row – Clarinets, Second row – Fruits, err, Flutes. Then brass, and stuff (I never pay attention to the EXACT seating of everyone). One day Mr. D was like, "Ok, first row, clarinets, go stand over there, and take all your stuff with you."

We then kind of trudged along to the corner "A little quicker please you guys?" he beckoned. Then he told the flutes to move up into the first row, and clarinets to replace them in the second row. So I was now in the center of the room. It was pretty cool. Except we were sitting right in front of the first trumpet players, one of which, Jason, will purposely blast in your ears, because he knows how much we're afraid of him doing it. We went through one song, and instead of saying "First clarinets, I can't hear you, play louder." He told the flute players to all move down to one side, and he put all the first clarinet players to one end of the first row, and of course I'm stuck on the very end. Mr. D also moved some of the low brass instruments as well.

Jack, (A/N I kinds screwed up Jack, he's a junior…but he's tall enough to be a senior! And he hangs out with all the seniors!), walked into the band room to see Mr. D for something, he had just come from one of the other music departments (orchestra, chorus, Tri-M perhaps). And I start talking to me and he's like "WHOA! WHAT'D YOU GUYS DO?!" His eyes dart back and forth in the different sections of the band room. "You're over here….they're over there...ok now I'm all confuzzled." He shakes off his confusion, and then sees Mr. D about whatever.

 ~Turkey Day Football Game~

Ok I get to the band room, and there aren't many people there, and the people that were there, were just gathered in a small semi circle in the back or the backroom by the office. There was one SLIT thing odd….PJ WAS THERE. PJ is the 8th grade younger brother of Kristy, and he play's baritone. He was playing with us for the day, because we only had one other baritone player, Tim. Soon Tim walks in. Well, he didn't really walk in. He was on crutches, because he tore up his ankle playing hockey. Anyways, Pat and  we're kidding around with him about how he was handicapped.

"Hey here's comes the disabled!" Pat.

"Hey Jack." Tim

"Shut up gimpy!" Jack.

"Hey don't make fun of the cripple!"  I said.

Mr. D corrects me… "It's not "cripple", he has a disability, and he's disabled."

"Ha-ha, my bad." I said.

Soon more people came. Kristy and I started playing a song from the previous year. Then Greg, a sophomore, walked up to us.

"That was really good." He said.

"Thanks!" Kris and me.

We went off to the stands a little later. I was about to take my usual seat between Mike and Alicia, but then Mike had to move up a seat, because Sandra needed more room for her quads. So Mike was behind me, not necessarily the best thing. I soon learned this when we played "The Hey Song". I was between his knees, and he rocked his knees from side to side while the drums were playing BUMP bah bump bump BUMP bah BUMP BUMP, bump bah bump bump bump bah BUMP BUMP, and so on and so forth. But he stopped when we had to play, however when we had rests we still nudged me, but I nudged back. This goes on throughout a couple songs.

A little after half time, I was turned around, talking to everyone that was sitting behind me. These were Erin (not in band but wishes she had talent enough to be in band), Mike, Rachel (not in band, but wishes she had talent enough to be in band), and Margie. Erin and Rachel should really in be in band. They're at every football game, and they hang out with us all the time anyways. I can see Rachel banging on a bass drum…get Erin a tuba hahaha. Anyways, I was kind of spaced out; I was turned around leaning on Mike's knee with my hand, and mike goes and start to put ketchup on my hand. It took me a second to come back to earth and realize what he was doing, and I was like "Hey!!!" and he just starts laughing at me. I go to wipe the ketchup off on his pants, but he took my hand, and he wiped my hand on Erin's pants.

It was a very W**** football game. (A/N that's someone's last name and I have to refer to Kristy's DJ for exact details here, she actually pays attention to detail)

The pep band always sits on the very far right side of the stands. And Jack sits by the fence, and he's usually standing up as well. Pat sits below him. Soon after the National Anthem, Pat points out to Jack. "Hey it's your brother! Ben!"

Ben walks up to them carrying his mellophone case. "Oh my god…" Jack said laughing. A little bit later, Jack spots his other brother with his trumpet in hand. "Oh my god…" he says some more still laughing. And soon after that, his dad arrives with his clarinet, and his mom with her piccolo. Jack was all freaking out. "Hey it's a W**** football game!" calls out Kristy. "YEAH IT'S THE W**** FAMILY REUNION!!!" Jack was still in his normal seat, while his older, graduated siblings, and his parents, sat with Mr. D.

As usual, the band and we got into a fight with the cheerleaders. They're so funny lookin'…

It was the 4th quarter, and they hollered at us "PLAY SOMETHING!!!"

"DIE!" said most of the pep band.

"THE HEY SONG!" They cried. We had already playing that song like 5 times and Pat shouts "NO!!!!!!"

Jack takes the lead, "BAND! *everyone looks up at him* WHATDAYA WANNA PLAY?!" 

We all yelled out several different songs, included some that were a few pages long, and were for concerts, and most didn't have memorized. Then Jack's trumpet playing brother stood up, and shouted "JACK I GOT AN IDEA! PLAY MILK (Moo juice) REALLY FAST OVER AND OVER UNTIL THE END OF THE GAME!" Jack had the most sinister grin EVER on his face. "WE'LL DO IT! OK BAND, HERE'S WHAT YA DO! FOllOW ME!!!!"

Surprisingly enough we all followed Jack. Greg ended up banging his sticks so hard they broke into several pieces. Of course, our team lost the football game….

Yeah, it's the END.