A/N: Names have been changed.
You know you're in band when…
You believe you can fly.
For the past two years we've had some pretty good Drum Majors. Freshman year we had three guys who enjoyed titles such as "Best (insert instrument) Player in the State" and loved to argue about stupid things such as how to pronounce the word "crayon." We loved them and their odd quirks and were really sad when they left.
Sophomore year we had two Majors who were total opposites of each other. Maggie conducted as if she were dancing while Alex conducted like he wasn't allowed to move which later earned him the nickname Kitty Paws. As different as they were, they were awesome Drum Majors and amazing friends.
This year, junior year, we have Caroline and Sara conducting us. They've been taught to conduct so many different ways that now they have no idea what to do. They just wave their arms around while Kyle and the percussion section keep the beat. "Special K," my saxophone buddy Tyler and I like to imitate Sara and her weird way of conducting. She cuts off by flinging her arms into the air like some sort of bird. Oh the joys of believing you can fly.
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