He conducts at kids who know nothing about music. Her pompoms wave in the air, yelling out chants for the team. She is lovely like the sun, but only if she joined us more often. She is not like the traitor who never joined our practice, only theirs. Then she could’ve known her true potential. Oh my… O, Band geeks wherefore art thou Band geeks? Deny thy Coach & Drum Major and refuse thy organizations. Or, if they don’t then sworn by my love for concert season, I’ll no longer be a cheerleader. That is the group of my “enemies” , but I belong yet feel so alone. What is a Band geek? It is nor oboe, nor flute, nor trumpet, nor trombone, nor some other name belonging to percussion. What is in a name? That which we call a french horn by any other name would sound just as ear piercing. So if Romeo was not a Band geek, would he still be as perfect, even without his label? Alright, enough Shakespeare. You’re either with band or you’re with cheer. But, I wanna be with both. Well, tubad. Romeo… Juliet… How could you say that? That’s the equivalent of you switching from drumline to low brass. WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THIS!!! (muffled) But, why? Because if i move for good, I would not only be shunned by them, but also by my fearful brother, who be Drum Major. *Gasp* Not the Drum Major!? I’m as sad as a saxophonist who broke their reed. For you make me as happy as tenors do, but I cannot fulfill that happiness unless we compromise. Do you swear, that you want me in band? I swear by thy center snare. O, do not swear by thy center snare for its player is inconsistent and always changes. Then what do I swear by? Swear by nothing but your love. I promise! Tomorrow night, visitor sidelines. Send messenger and I will be there. Hooray!! I shall go tell the band! Good! Totally a 1000 times goodnight. Goodnight, I shall see you 16 steps in front of my tomorrow night, and remember, this journey starts off with a step on your left foot. 8 to 5? You got it.