A continuation of #1. Same concept.
1)
Meagan: LIFT YOUR KNEES, YOU COUCH POTATOES!
Me (equal volume): YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME FALL OVER!
2)
Random Trumpet Player: Hey, I'm not gay, but he's pretty hot.
Other Random Trumpet Player: Yeah, that's why all the girls like him.
3)
A Different Random Trumpet Player: Which drill team tune are we playing?
Asher: CONFIDENT!
A Different Random Trumpet Player: Are you confident of that?
Asher: (while smiling creepily) I've played that song multiple times every day in third period band class since the second football game. I know what I'm talking about!
4)
Parker: (to me) Yo.
5)
Me: Oh, crap. I forgot my water jug.
Parker: (drops everything he's currently holding and claps once) You get one clap.
6)
(A quarter of the flute section is getting a group picture taken. Parker walks around the person with the phone.)
Parker: Ew, you all look happy. GROSS, you're smiling!
7)
(Starts to rain)
Icefire2442: NO!!! Sky, get your s*** together for a few more minutes!
8)
Me: They deflated the gay bird!
9)
Me: I'm not falling asleep.
Nic: Sleeping on the bus will become second nature after a while.
Me: No, I mean I've never fallen asleep while driving somewhere.
Nic: That'll change. (Pause) I should just go to the band hall and sleep in my locker.
Me: My locker is tiny.
Jackson: I'm sleeping in my bed.
Me: That's a good life choice.
Jackson: I actually fell asleep in my locker once. I passed out and my foot was hanging out the side.
Me: A sousa locker? That is amazing.
Jackson: Yeah, I got yelled at.
Nic: They never said anything about sleeping in the bari lockers.
Jackson: But it was implied.
Me and Katrina: 'It was implied.'
10)
Arlo: Anybody want a free trumpet case?
11)
Tenors, Baris, and Parker: ONE! TWO! THREE!...
...NASCAR! ONE! TWO! THREE! OR NAW!
...TOUCHDOWN!
...SIC EM, BOYS!
...RUN FOREST, RUN!
...CHOCOLATE!
...FIRST DOWN!
...OREOS!
...VICTORY!
12)
Me: (Katrina is playing Temple Run 2) I've noticed that this entire time, you've only turned right three times of your own free will.
Katrina: Yeah, well, I'm left handed.
Me: So you prefer left.
Katrina: Yeah.
Me: I'm not left handed and I still prefer left. Not-left. Think about that. Not 'not left handed', but 'NOT-LEFT handed'.
Katrina: We should just refer to 'right' as 'not-left' from now on.
Me: You never start marching with your not-left foot.
13)
Me: Do you seriously still have that conversation?
Parker: Yep. I never delete conversations. Why do you?
Me: Because my phone has a certain number of texts I can have at the same time. (Pause) Do you know how many times Jackson's yelled at me for running in uniform?
Parker: A lot.
Me: At least three times. I should have figured it out after the first game.
Parker: I mean, I can't really tell. Your running speed is like, the same as your walking speed.
Katrina: OHH! Did you just get roasted?
Me: (walks over to Katrina and pivots on my heel. Looks over at Parker and just tries not to smile at his raised eyebrows) Point taken. (To Katrina) Throwing shade.
Katrina: Throwing shade.
14)
Me: Is my ponytail even?
Katrina: No, it's way too far to the not-left.
15)
Arlo: Parker! Come here!
Parker: I already shaved!
16)
Katrina: I love how we just refer to this as 'The List'.
Me: I know, this needs to be a thing.
17)
Me: Hey, Amber!
Amber: You called?
Me: I was reading a story on Wattpad, one based off of a true story, and in the story, the author (main character) had a group chat with their entire trombone section, you know, because they play trombone, and someone misspelled 'same' as 'smae', and for the rest of the story, they said 'smae' instead of 'same'.
Amber: That happened to me once!
Me: Smae!
Amber: Smae! Smae. Smae.
Me: Smae.
Katrina: Smae.
Megan: What are we talking about?
Me, Amber, and Katrina: Smae.
18)
Person: What do you play?
Trent: I play the soundboard.
Parker: You don't 'play' the soundboard, you do the soundboard. That's like saying Jackson plays the hands.
19)
Mr. Cheripka: You guys need to do a good warm up. Your warm up effects your entire day. So I expect you guys to be crapping rainbows at each other all day.
20)
Me: CRAPPING IS NOT IN MY DICTIONARY! Well, now it is.
Once again, hit close.
I hope this was okay.
Your favorite flutist, author, and obedient servant,
Firefox_Flute
