Hello to all my wonderful fans!!! (waves to the invisible people) Here's to my first marching band fic, since I just figured out that I should put one up to to even further express my love for band.
The diary entries actually do exist, even though it's just a journal, not my "Diary" in which I write my deepest, darkest, ugliest secrets.
The entries will be rather short, at least for the beginning.
Happy reading!
7/29/04
Today was a really strange day. At band camp, we played through our first tune for the show, "Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)" by The Offspring. The bass drum part is probably the easiest known to man, but Patrick can't play it to save his life. Poor Christy… She's our drum major, who happens to be Patrick's older sister.
Some of my friends are in band; Angel (flute), Sarah (flute), Brandie (bari sax), Gray (clarinet), and Dave (trumpet). That's exactly one third of the band! There's only 18 people in it, and we're pretty wimpy-ish (so far, at least…).
Mr. Ebert, our director, moved here (North Carolina) from Ohio. He's really cool, and he watches South Park! I've never known a teacher that watches South Park in my life!
Erlack… I was caught humming at attention today. Well, I'm so sorry for having an Inuyasha theme song stuck in my head! (in case you were wondering, it was "fukai mori") No push-ups, though. Lucky me! I'm trying to go through the whole season without any push-ups.
Well, it's 11:30 and I want to watch Adult Swim.
Peace out from Becki…