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I was speaking with a coworker who is a senior at my old high school about how my old classmates had snuck a microwave into the band storage closet for the kids to use. She went to check if it was still in use, and found a crockpot being used to cook a turkey. In our school the percussion section snuck a George Foreman grill in band and made pancakes and eggs since band was 1st or second period. I was a chorus kid not a band. But we were all pretty close.
The chorus kids were also weird as fuck. They started this trend of bringing beta fish to school. Every Friday a good 10 kids would bring in their beta fish on giant water bottles to school. When I was a senior, I asked a freshman guitarist to jump off the second floor of the stage set.
I figured common sense and basic human behaviors would dissuade him from listening. Before I knew what happened, he jumped off and landed on his ass. He cannonballed off the set onto a hardwood floor. Our bus was 3 hours late. While we were waiting someone found a dead dragonfly and the whole band decided to have a funeral for it. We dug a hole with sticks and covered it up, and a trumpet player played Taps.
Omar packed a bag that successfully weighed over lbs. The limit was 40 lbs. Christina packed a giant, ticking, old-fashioned alarm clock. The TSA thought it was a bomb and she almost missed the plane. On the way home, she did this again.
No Zach, your tuba will not fit underneath the seat in front of you. It needed to be checked an hour ago. It was blown on souveniers and liquor inmediately confiscated before we even got on the plane. The seniors convinced Mike, the gullible freshman, to sit on the airplane toilet while he flushed.
The suction made him walk funny for the next two hours. The section leaders dropped water balloons from the 14th story of the hotel and hit the hotel manager with one, nearly getting us kicked out on day 1. The saxes threw their smallest member off their balcony and down two floors into the pool. He got a concussion and needed to be saved by a lifeguard. The boys floor threw a loud toga party, which I then had to go break up when hotel security called me at 3am.
The drum majors tried to make grilled cheese on an iron in their room and clogged the iron with cheese.
Sarah lost her t-shirt which somehow ended up on a hobo. She did not get it back. The trumpets daisy chained buckets of sand from the beach onto the hotel pool. They bribed boys from the other band in the hotel to remove the tape and replace it later. The bribe? The correlation between being on drum line and being an absolute delinquent is dangerously close to 1. Our drum line stole an object from every show we went to, things like traffic cones and road s.
As a trumpet player, there was always that one kid that zoned out and started tonguing their mouthpiece like some kind of metal anus. Nothing like looking over and seeing your buddy pleasuring his Band camp sex stories while staring slack-jawed in the distance as the clarinets go over their section for the umpteenth time. I never ed my high school band unfortunatelybut my senior year I hung out with them a lot because my best friend was a band. Anyways, I walk into the band room during lunch and some guys are playing the Mortal Kombat theme and some people are fighting each other.
Like, legit fighting. We had a kid who played tenor sax who was quite a character. He was this huge, Hagrid-esque, really burly guy with a huge beard… like this man could easily pass for 30 or It was super weird, but it did get the crowd excited. After a competition the concession stand was selling food super cheap.
Some people in my band decided to buy bags of hotdog and hamburger buns for like 75 cents. When they got to the bus we started throwing them out of our windows to kids from another band that were Parked beside us. About an hour into the ride home someone had the idea to take pictures of use reenacting porn using the buns.
Band was fucking weird. We were all climbing into the buses, heading home after our state competition. A few minutes later, the missing kid comes flying out of the hotel. Band kids would steal giant character posters from movie theaters and place them around the band room. The band room ceiling and some walls were pegboard used to be workshop room and kids would throw pencils into the holes. The strangest thing, however, was my senior year Drum Major, Chris.
He was close to my boyfriend and dated recently married! I started doing it back. Eventually, other students started to raise their fists to him, too. It was a weird cult, he even had students making posters. In my high school band, the band kids would have sex in the practice rooms. Which, by the way, had completely transparent glass doors. Some band people won two goldfish at a county fare and we kept them in my locker because I had a big instrument.
We took care of them and they lasted two whole months where they perished in a water changing accident. They died on April 20th of course. We had a funeral for them after school later in the week, we hyped it up and advertised it around and something 40 kids and 3 teachers from all over the school were in attendance. Taps was played and poems were read. We popped bagged air as a 3 gun salute.
Occasionally, years later you still find flowers on Band camp sex stories graves every so often. One of my strangest experiences was at an audition camp for Spirit of Atlanta, a drum corps. After a long day of dancing and spinning my dick off, the weekend before finals, no less, I make my way to the showers. I walk into the locker room to be greeted by a line of roughly 50 naked dudes waiting for the showers.
Just chilling, dicks flopping about in the breeze like a yard full of those fake flamingos. So I avoid eye contact with any of the flesh rockets and move deeper into this tribal cave of dicks and man funk, and catch a glimpse of the showers themselves.
There were maybe dudes in there. There were maybe 9 showerhe. These guys are all vets, and spent the summer bussing around the country doing this shit. And they are so blissful.
But the detail that sticks out the most? The thing that haunts me through the haze of steam and sexualized cleansing? Oh, and some girl drank her own piss. My junior year of High School our drummer put a small pint of milk in the cabinet to grab after practice. You know, no drinks in the band room. Then more money was hypothetically tossed in the hat to drink it. Not 3 seconds later he vomited all over the carpet. Then followed some of the clarinet and flute players vomiting right there in the band room.
It was the most horrendous thing ever. It was just a cascade of vomit and horrid smells. I was in marching band all throughout high school. The color guard at my school always had something odd to do that changed with every competition. One day, we finish up at a competition and get back on the bus. People start smelling something funny, and we all look back. The color guard had bought 7 or 8 jars of pickles, and were just eating tons of pickles. There were only about 12 of them… And they at all of them. That was an odd bus ride. I saw two kids having sex under the bleachers at a football game.
Hitting around oranges with a tennis racket during lunch till they explode all over the practice room. Stealing tuba and baritone mouthpieces putting your penis in them and then returning them to their owners to unknowingly play.Band camp sex stories
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