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Band Camp, the Place That Satred It all

Hi there! Fare warning alright? This is in fact my story. I lived. This, it all happened to me. I experienced it all. If you came to read about how a band and choir chick got with a band and choir geek then honey, you found the right place. If not, say. You might like it. If you don't, stop reading. I won't stop you, the door is around here somewhere. This book here is a chapter in my life. I'll tell it to you like I told my friends. Always in story form, and even in my mind, I had a back flash moment. So here we go, I hope you find it amusing, it's definitely your basic high school chick story.
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So it's my second year in high school band. I'm officially considered a Sophomore. No I'm not one yet, but come on, it's band. We think ahead. Anyways this year I decided to not play my instrument. Instead I decided to be a part of color guard. Don't get me wrong I LOVE my flute. But golly I have got to be in color guard. I can just see it already. Me, with the other guard people, dancing around the band, swinging a flag around, in glitter and makeup. This year, is going to be the best!

I've done the summer meetings with color guard to learn the moves for the music. Yeah I missed a months worth of work because I went to Arkansas with my best friend but it was so worth it. Plus I practiced what I had learned. Anyhoo, it's about a month until school resumes and I'm officially a sophomore. First day in band camp and I'm already excited. I have my guard buddie, and my band group. Sadly they were seniors and they were going to leave me. I have my band camp necessities. Don't wanna end up like last year wearing a quarter length sleeve shirt. Not to mention it was a low cut one. I had a big U on my chest...  it's time for me to make new friends.

I'm looking around, searching for the kind-lookin ones so I can make them my friends. All I see are a bunch of new people, and some of my friends from last year. I see one guy. Taller then me, dark brown hair that looks lighter in the sunlight. He's a bit chubby but that's okay I guess. Hold up!!! Wait!! Oh no, woah no no no! Yeah I'm not going to talk to this one, hahaha nope. His nose is so awkward! Uff his smile. Those teeth are so out of line. Sorry kid, I know your a freshman and I've never seen you before so I'm guessing your new to my school, but I don't wanna talk to you. Ever.

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Or so I thought. You see, here in the now I realized that I was judgmental...
And boy do I not regret it. Well yes I do regret it but it could have gone way better. I could have not judged him and did what I normally do. Ignore the outside, meet the kid and befriend them. However I totally ignored what I normally do and just went with what I did. For a few months I avoided him. Did not look at him, did not talk to him. I pretty made sure I put a wall around myself that he alone couldn't get through.

School went on and I learned lessons and even remembered some. My favorite lessons come from movie quotes. "Don't let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game" came from a Cinderella movie. "Sometimes all you need is 20 seconds of insane courage. Just literally 20 seconds of embarrassing bravery & I promise you, something great will come of it" came from the movie We Bought A Zoo. Now these are just 2 of my favorite quotes. And I took them seriously. Most of the time. Well over half of the season had gone by. My school at our first competition that handed out trophies got first place for every part. It was awesome. Like I said, well over half of the season went by and he was still there. Minding his own business in class. Putting his oboe in his case, his music in his folder and so on and so forth. Well, I decided to ignore myself and I went up to him and asked a question. Sorry to disappoint those who wanted to know the question but I forgot. Then we started to talk. It became a daily thing during band class. Specifically at the end of class but still during class. Soon after I had learned his name. And then found out that he could do a pretty damn good impression of yoshi from the Mario stuff. So I gave him the nickname yoshi and referred to him with that up until this very day. So yoshi and I became friends.