A/N: Wooo! Summer's here. Band camp's in about a week for me. Heh. Let's hope I don't die.
Disclaimer: Do I need a disclaimer? Well. Here it is.
Band Is...
Practicing two times the whole summer.
Not being able to wait for band camp so you can slap the band friend that kept calling you during the summer to wake you up.
Getting the BD to sign your yearbook.
Having serious discussions. About cheese.
Sitting in the BD's office.
Getting the principal to let you give the BD his present (pants) in front of the whole school at the end of the year concert.
Laughing oh so hard at his face.
Having him ask you how you knew his pants size.
Having EVERYONE ask how you knew his pants size.
Wishing you had a camera to capture the magic.
Trying to get people to join band.
Discovering your sister-in-law used to be on the flag guard.
Getting hyped for The Simpsons movie.
Ice cream.
Having soda come out the other end of your instrument.
Talking to your instruments.
Looking wistfully at the new instruments and equipment.
Nearly crying when summer comes because you'll miss band so much.
Having the whole band comfort you.
A huge family with little sub-groups.
Freaking out over penguins.
Obsessing over celebrities.
Stealing sheet music.
Wanting to KILL the metronome.
Having people think you're constantly high.
Having a National Guard guy come in and play the piano.
Telling him you're jealous of his mad piano-playing skills.
Jumping over five chairs.
Attempting to jump six and failing miserably.
Being pantsed.
Fighting the guy that pantsed you.
Being locked in the office.
With your stalker.
In the dark.
The director playing pranks on your other teachers during his planning period.
Putting girly lotion/glitter on the guys.
Sarcasm. And lots of it.
All about the insanity.
A/N: Sorry it's short. It's late and I'm a little fuzzy. But like I said, band camp is soon, so I should have a lot more material then.