Rip my heart out so I can’t feel. So I can’t feel it shattering in my chest everytime I look at John. So I can’t feel it beat faster everytime he gets close to me. So I can’t feel it skip when John just as much as touches my arm. So I can’t feel him tearing it out of my body, eat it, throw it back up, then die.
So for our final band concert, the seniors covered our band directors office in pictures of Nicolas Cage. Our band director’s name is Nick so it’s funny.
So I was on FanFiction.net and I was just browsing around at the different categories when I see the “MISC.” option. So, out of curiosity, I clicked on it. And the best thing ever showed up: “MARCHING BAND”
I was completely floored by the thought that marching band had fanfics, and a lot of them, too. It made my day. :)
When I was 16, I was in marching band and lost a bunch of weight so my uniform pants were super baggy. During football season I started smuggling food in my shorts underneath my uniform so I could eat during the game. This worked well, except for the time my peanut butter sandwich fell out onto the football field during pregame…
no one? ok
When you realize you have one year of band left: