you joined your school’s marching band, thinking It’d be a breeze. Oh, how wrong you were. it’s your first day of camp, and there’s gnats everywhere. A metronome is blasting in your ear, and your director is yelling “WE GOTTA MAKE THIS SHOW FEEL LIKE WHAT YOU THINK IT FEELS LIKE!” (Wtf does that even mean?) and all you can think is, holy shit, this is the worst now, state your name, and instrument/color guard