Putnam Clipper Marching Band

My life.

It has the best people you could ever imagine. We're just one huge family. With incest.

You'll never find a better group of people. They're nice, funny, mature yet very immature, very perverted, and don't forget just absolute perfection.
When I say perfect I don't mean, like.. Perfect human beings. I mean perfect in like.. I dunno. They're the perfect bunch of weirdos. I can't even explain it. I love them.

We have drama and fights just like any other family. Except we're not forced to deal with each other. Its a choice. And a damn easy one, at that. The color guard is full of some what annoying (especially that dirty blonde one with the green eyes and glasses) but wonderful and gorgeous girls. They work their tails off but get barely any appreciation. They don't complain much though. Sure, half the time they hate the entire band including the rest of the guard but it just wouldn't be the same without them.

The band hangs out in the band room and hate when they have to leave. Some of them just sit there for a few hours watching the band guys play .:.Nerd Cards.:. until practice. They're all dreading the end of the season because they'll be losing some great seniors. I can't even begin to describe how much I'll miss band when November comes.

Just in case any of the band ends up reading this..

HEY BAND!

I love you guys.♥

Band Director: "Guys, I have something awesome to tell you."

Random band/guard member: "You finally got a boyfriend?"

Drum Major: *door burst open and the Putnam Clipper Marching Band runs in* "Fitch, we're here for Jamal! Hand him over and nobody gets hurt."

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