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Band camp?

What in the world is Band camp?

I stared at the neatly printed and folded stapled papers in my hand and read over it once again. This does not explain anything.

Plopping down on my bed, I examined the letter once again, reading it out loud. "Dead Band member,

"Congratulations! This is a new year and we can't wait to get started with you on your new band experience! You are expected to be at the Band building Monday, August 12th for the first day of Band camp! Our drum majors this year will be Melanie Gudriz and Madelyn Stokes! I'm sure you will love them and they will be a great joy to work with! Hope to see you soon!" I raised my eyebrows and replied to the wall with fake enthusiasm. "And I hope I get sick by then!"

Sighing, I slowly folded the papers again and put them back in the envelope. August 12th? That's a week from now. Seven agonizing days until I go and meet the highschool band I've been hearing about the past 2 years of my life.

I face palmed and his under the duvet on my bed. Why did I sign up for this?

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