Post by ANGIE on Nov 29, 2010 0:48:48 GMT
[/center]WELCOME TO MARCHING BAND !
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Welcome to the pain, the blood, the sweat the tears; the screams, the torment, the work. Here, you have to be obedient and listen to those superior to you. Disobey and it’s laps for you! Unfortunately, not everyone believes that marching band is a sport. To the average person, we’re those people who walk around in fancy suits, waving a shiny instrument in their hand. Oh, but not in the imaginary town of Madrigal, California.
Here, band is everything and it just so happens that three major schools, surrounding the once quiet town, own the best marching bands around. Unfortunately, only one can be at the top. What would you do to get there?
Of course, to the average bando and the guard, marching band is more. Despite the pain, the humility, marching band is life. You eat sleep and breathe marching band. Why? We’re more than those dorks who take band just to get easy P.E credits. They don’t understand. Lies, lust, blood, sex. Everything happens in marching band- just in the band room and in a cramped little band bus. Can you survive the torture? Can you survive the pain? Can you survive the drama?
