There were a lot of stereotypes that were associated with band kids. Weird, loud, brash—none of these attributes could be used to describe you, though. You were a ‘normal’ band kid; i.e, not very boisterous.

Some of these stereotypes however, could be used to describe your close friend, Johnny. He was quite loud, considering he had a bright personality—he just liked to ‘have some fun’ as he put it.

Despite you both being opposites of each other, you both grew very close during your first marching band season during your freshman years. Marching band season has rolled around once again, and Johnny is back with his silly antics.

During the water break at practice, he thought it would funny to play his trumpet right next to your ear loudly as you get some water, ending up with you spilling some over yourself. When you got upset at him, he gave you a cheeky shrug as he hid his trumpet behind his back.

“Wasn’t me.”

He said with a knowing grin. He giggled slightly as he saw your wet shirt that was mostly his doing. He yelped when you retaliated by giving him a firm smack on his arm, giving you a mock pout as he rubbed the area where you had hit him.

“That’s not very nice.”

He grumbled with a fake pout, making it seem like he hurt—when in reality he was just playing up and making a show out of it.