Sectionalize +A band taunt+

"The image is from a recent football game held for members of the band. As it was raining, and wet, the day after thanksgiving, there weren't a lot of us who showed up. I refused to play (as it was still raining and utterly muddy), and as such, got some rather interesting images. Here we have the painfully green grass and the boys who chose to play."

If you want to be accepted, loved for who you are, and then teased, abused by upperclassmen, and spend your time with sweaty, perverted people, then marching band is definitely for you.

No, the band has never stopped talking to me. We do, however, refuse to talk to you if you were a good player and quit. Even more so if you insult the band. You hypocrite.

Trumpets, dudes. I get that you're good players. That being said, Shut the hell up! You might not like our band director. So what. You might not learn that much. So what? At this point, even some of your section is starting to see you as immature. Playing the wrong notes on purpose? Missing your entrance because of some personal beef with the conductor? That's just petty. It was tolerable in marching band. I hoped it would get better. Ah well. It doesn't help that he's a flute player. Stop acting like you don't work for it. Stop acting like you don't care. You obviously do, otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Ah. Colour Guard. Not only have you taught me how to toss a rifle, let me use your essentials, and tried to teach me how to do a cartwheel, but you're always there when I need a hug, or just somebody to laugh with. So, this deal with drama. Half the colour guard quit last year because of it? I didn't see that, but what I did see was you guys crying. Not so cool.

My own section. Amazing people, though we tend to be a bit... Well, let's face it. When the brass players make fun of us for being weak, it was because of us rookies. The flutes only had one. Us clarinets had three, and one veteran who had skipped a year. You weren't too strong yourselves. We might be the 'bitchiest' section, but we're also the most diverse. We're the ones who will be singing with you, dancing with the colour guard, then tapping the beat with the drums. We're strict, and we work for what we are. We might need to work on taking a joke, but at least we focus when we are supposed to.

Percussionists. Be more like percussionists, and less like drummers. You were late to a performance. So, it was your instructor's fault. You don't really consider yourself part of the band, but you work more for it than half the winds. /coughbrasscough/ Don't be too cool to talk to us. Pretty chill people, man. Pretty intimidating if you don't know.

Our drum majors. A flute and baritone sax. Wonderful people who never once forgot the score. I just had to add that, as our flute did mess up. She was the met-runner, coffee grabber, behind-the-scenes. The other was the front, the face, the cool. I have since had you in class. You're a creep, in the best of ways.

And thus, I have said more than my piece.

Poem/Taunts and the mediocre photograph © XxXTicklemehemoXxX