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What the hell is this! When I meant bad I didn't mean that bad. The first thing I saw was bad formation as in making shapes. Second, the music was out of tune and most of all it doesn't matter if people don't understand what band is this is just bad. Oh and finally the biggest problem of all: the show is mix up so bad I saw some people fall every three seconds. How can a show be that dangerous be allowed to be used? I looked at the sidelines and saw a clarinet player that fell multiple times during the show. No doubt she needs a parametric. oh my cookies this isn't getting any prettier.
I walk down the steps and near the sidelines to find one particular person.
"Destiny!" I called when I saw her walking by.
"Hey what are you doing here?" I pulled her to the side.
"Can I ask you something?"
"What is it?" She gave me a confused look.
"Who made that show?"
"Um...Look I will answer but... can you come back to the band hall with me." Fine, she wins for now.
"Ok." I fallow Destiny to the trail that is beside the bleachers and on the other side of the gate. Destiny didn't start talking until we got to the back parking lot of the school.
"First off we never wanted a show like this and if you want to know who made us do that show then you probably need to talk to our directors."
"For one this is a shit show for you and others because it has caused people to get hurt literally," I said.
"Well that's one reason but the other is just as bad."
She stops at the door of the band hall. Having conversations with other people is making me forget my surroundings.
"Well, what is it?" With one final pause, she answers.
"This band program is cursed."
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