Hi, I'm Ace

5-Music Has Taken Over

You all should probably know something about me: I play the oboe. Yeah, the instrument you look at and go: "Oh, what a cute little clarinet! Oh wait; it's not...a clarinet?" The one with the fucked up, super skinny reed. Why my little fourth grade self decided against something useful and cool (like, perhaps, percussion) and choose the goddamn oboe is beyond me. But hey, there's only 2 oboes in the band. And, not to brag, I'm actually pretty good. I've made it into a few county and district bands in my time.

If you've ever been in a band like county or district band, you're immediately overwhelmed by one thing: all these nerds can play. They all got here because, wow, they're not anything like the kids in your school band.

Oh, the joys of band class. A time at the end of the day for everyone else to fuck around while the conductor tells the saxes no, it's an A sharp, how hard is it to understand.

Why band class is literally fucking bullshit:

1-The trumpets think it's their civic duty to play the loudest and highest note ever. Okay, we understand you play the trumpet. Yes, we all know it's a loud instrument. No, we don't care that you can get up to a high C. Luckily, Robert--the other oboe player--and I aren't forced to sit in front of the trumpets. That's a job the flutes have had for years. I don't pity them too much, although it would be nice to hear a sound besides the squeaking of a brass instrument come out of that section.

2-Drummers can't understand that "hey, we're playing in an echo-ey band room and most of us don't want to be deaf." Wow, you have a fucking timpani!!! Yes, of course, pound it like it's your math teacher's face!!! Ooh, a bass drum! Please, whack it as hard as humanly possible! Oh no, don't worry about my ability to hear or anything!!!

3-Pompous-ass flute players. Wowie, you can go up really high! Please, do it after the conductor silenced us! When they hold out a long-ass high F for five measures, it makes me want to stab my eye out with my pointy ass reed.

Speaking of which...

4-Did I mention Reed is in band? She plays the clarinet. She's alright, I guess; about sixth chair. Luckily, the oboe section is right next to the clarinet section, and we sit next to each other. Only a thing that happens in a cliche young adult novel, I know, but I'm not kidding. She makes me laugh in class 24/7, pointing out things like the conductor's sweaty pits and his occasional ball-scratching. Of course, I've had my fair share of "ahaha you play the clarinet with a..REED?!?!?" jokes, but her constant making me snort during important parts makes up for it. Reed hates band; the only reason she's in is because she has a crazy mom who won't let her quit. I know this because she tells it to me about every day when she messes up, explaining why she "doesn't care." But secretly, I see her look around at the other clarinets when she accidentally squeaks. 

You probably thought my involvement in music stops here, but boy, are you wrong. There are constantly earbuds in my ears, blaring everything from the Hamilton soundtrack to Led Zeppelin. You see, I'm not particularly picky with music type. And I'm not that kind of person who's like:

"I only listen to alternative music!!! Oh, wait, this pop artist is kind of catchy. FUCK. They're alternative guys shut up!!!! I promise!!!"

Hey, there's a reason they're called "pop" songs. They're fucking popular. And I admit, I sometimes go into the world of Taylor Swift (and maybe a little Zayn).

Honestly, as long as it's not country or 5SOS, I'll be fine.

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~tato