The marching band theory (Rewritting)

The marching band theory (Rewritting)

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What if the band and guard took the place of the football players and cheer leaders at the head of the high school food chain? Of course that's only a what if and this is just high school. But maybe that will change. Maybe it already is changing, it started when the football captain joined the band. How could this get any better you ask? Oh well a cheer leader joined the guard. They always wondered what it was like to be popular well here is their chance! Hope it meets all of their expectations.
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