"Wow this place is nice" I thought to myself as I enter the locker room. Man too bad it has to be so early in the morning. The sun wasn't even up! As we put on our helmets and our workout clothes I realized there wasn't any pads. "Hey why don't we have any pads" "it's the first week" Carl replied (me and him go back to sixth grade, we're pretty close friends) We go to the track field and we did a practice lap. I'm realizing that this may be a mistake I joined but it took me weeks to make that conclusion.
Week later band camp started. I forgot to look at what I made for percussion try outs. It looked like I made timpani's. I talk to some of my class mates from last year to see how they were going.
The section leaders introduced their selves. We learned how to stay at attention how to march and so on.
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Transition from athlete to band nerd
Ficção AdolescenteIt's a story of how a boy that goes by the name of Paz went from an athlete to a geek
