Erin's POV

"OMG! Amber! I Totally Remember That! That Was Fucking Hilarious. And Later That Year I Saw Him At A Horse Race With Dirk. God. He Was Hot. I Would Have Sex With Him. Anyway On To Another Band Memory."

So It's Freshmen Year And It's Our First Christmas Paradise. And It's Like December 12 Or Whatever And It's Fucking Cold. I'm In Line with The Other Trumpets. We Have Rows On Four And As A Freshmen I'm Forced To March In The Middle. Not That I Mind Though Cuz Personally I Like The Middle Better. I Hate Being At The End Of Anything. Anyways We Are Playing Some Song I Don't Remember Which. And We Come To The Bridge Near The Capital. We Stop Playing And I Pull My Trumpet Anyway From My Lips. Er......Try To.

What The Fuck? Dammit! The Mouth Piece Is Fucking Stuck!

So I Sit There And Try To Pull It Unstuck From My Lips.

"I've Had That Happen To Me Before. Here....You Just Have To Pull It Off....Like This...."

And The Kid Reaches Over And Jerks It Off.

"Shit! Fuck! Whore! That Fucking Hurt."

I Feel My Lip And Look At Mt Mouth Piece.

"Fuck Look At That! It's A Thin Layer Of My Lip Stuck Onto My Mouth Piece."

I Look Around At The Other Trumpets.

Why Did Everyone Stop Marching?

"Hey? Why Did Everyone Stop Marching"

"We Don't March Across The Bridge." Explained Cody Beside Me.

"Why?"

"Because It Makes The Bridge Bounce. And It Could Collapse On Us If It Bounces."

"Oh."

That's Fucking Weird. You'd Think That If The Bridge Could Take Vehicles Driving Across It, It Could Take A Few Marchers. But What The Fuck Ever.

I Say Fuck A Lot. Don't I?