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Extras

So, I didn't get to talk about everything.

Yayz

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At the beginning of the story, I mentioned that I had lost a body part because of the trombone. I wasn't lying; I was tired in class one day, and when David said, "Horns up," I missed the mouthpiece and chipped off the part of my tooth that I had chipped from slipping on ice four years earlier. I was going to include it, but I didn't really want to talk about it - afterwards I had to stay in the band room because jazz band was practicing after school, and I was walking in circles trying not to cry because I felt stupid and that I couldn't do anything right.

I cut out quite a few band things from the story: the UCLA game, the second football game, the rival game, the homecoming pep rally, and the away game.

At the rival game, our football team lost zero to 49, and the people in the bleachers gave up on them at some point and starting cheering for us and our stand war with the opposing band. We won.

At the away game, the opposing band played Band Cheer, so we played it back. Then they played it louder, so we played it again. They also played Uptown Funk, but we hadn't memorized it yet, so we couldn't play that one. We marched to the other side of the field to watch their show, and I overheard a woman saying we were polite to show respect for their band. I didn't really want to cut this out - after the game everyone was talking about how much better the other band marched than we did, but it made me realize that I wasn't jealous at all because I loved the band I was in. However, I just couldn't find a way to put it into words, and it was cut out at last minute.

There are two other band chants, one spelling out the school's name (which is also the city I live in), and the other being the "Jacket Roll," but I was too lazy to explain what we did because most of it isn't even a chant. Either way, the red hot cheer is probably my favorite because reasons (I'm too lazy to explain it).

One sectionals, Zoe went down too far on suicides and cut her lip.

Dylan was also in the locker room when I was trying out the trombone. I was looking for excuses to not play it, and one of them that I found was that the trombone I was playing was very airy. I knew that there was a hole in it because the same thing happened with the tuba (I had a duct tape tuba). Dylan, who was in the back messing with the other trombones, stood up, put his finger over the spit valve, and you could just hear the sound go "bwaaaaAAAAHHHH!" If he hadn't done that, I would not be playing the instrument because I would be so frustrated with it.

The section thinks my laugh is gross because my neck looks weird somehow...

Jessica is danktromboner and Andrea is melophobiaa_ irl. I like it when they spam my comments and nag me about updating. :D I was telling Andrea that I had been writing a story about band, and for some reason I gave her the link and then instantly got embarrassed, especially since she almost instantly texted back "CUTE IM GONNA READ IT RN!" The next day, I was in the locker room before school as usual, and when she came in she was like, "Aw!" hugged me, and called me adorable again. I completely forgot why she was doing this, but when I remembered I attempted to avoid her again. It didn't work, in case you were wondering.

Andrea is not a weeaboo. I beg to differ. She speaks some Japanese phrases and has gotten me into Hunter x Hunter (everyone agrees!!!).

I am also constantly teased by the trombones because I'm tall, white, and skinny, which makes zero sense, because so is Dylan (probably because I'm weird lol).

I did not play trombone in middle school. The "cousin" that got me to play once was my brother's friend named Kevin.

Neither Andrea nor Dylan taught me how to march; that memory actually goes to Brendon. I had not picked up the trombone until the third day of school, and there were a few band practices over the summer that I went to playing the saxophone, so I had been taught to march before. I say I listened, but part of me was just thinking, "I know this," and getting irritated. The trombones did, however, teach me how to march correctly - I guess they let it slide over the summer because it was my first time, but there were a lot of things I missed or forgot that were pretty important that I hadn't known marching with the saxophone.