If you live in Washington, and know about the daffodil parade, well guess what? I WAS IN IT. I was playing in the band (go flutes) and I was on tv. I WAS ON FRICKING TV. I was in the second to last section on flute, the third person on the left, with sunglasses that say: STAHL BAND, and my hair in a small bun. We were playing "cool kids" and "eye of the tiger. Oh, by the way, IT WAS HOT AS HELL OUT THERE. Our uniform is a t-shirt or SWEATshirt (I capitalized the sweat because that was exactly what I did) and usually it's pouring for the parade, but this time it was actually sunny. But I had no idea, so I bought a sweatshirt. Not the best idea. So I am dying while marching. Well, when we were finally done, I them remembered TOM came to town (time-of-month) and had checked my light colored khaki pants numerous times, gladly I was lucky this time, tom didn't leave any kool aid stains on my pants. The whole band then got ice cream and whipped cream shots (aka putting a whole ton of whipped cream in our mouth by our band director. Thanks mama Roe.) then we played hide 'n go seek around the whole school, while showing my band director a front handspring and an aerial, and then doing the splits. She was pretty impressed, I was too because it was the first time actually landing a aerial, but I acted like I do it all the time, even though I was screaming with joy on the inside. Welp, that's all that happened so far in my life that was exciting. See y'all.
