Each day in band is the same.
Monotonous some might say.
Until today.
One of the clarinets has so much makeup on.
She looks like a clown.
One of the saxophones said they thought you didn't need an instrument in band.
What a clown.
One of the flutes decided to play piccolo today.
I wish I could hear anything. Even a clown.
A sousaphone tried to break the sound barrier today.
I think the aliens on Mars could hear us.
We practiced our show drill.
Even aliens with no feet could do better.
I was putting my clarinet away in my locker. It clearly says my name.
Yet, I think two aliens visited. Cause a saxophone doesn't go in my locker.
Or maybe they can't read English.
A dragon stood at the podium today.
His face was very red.
I think the flutes dueling with their instruments was rather annoying.
The dragon was counting very loud today.
His voice was gone at the end of class.
I think my feet were out of time.
I'm thankful the dragon can't breathe fire. He was getting awful close to me.
Each day in band is the same.
Monotonous some might say.
Until today.
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I realized that a lot of people probably dont know what some of these things are.
Show drill: how the people in a marching band move around. Our instructions essentially.
Locker: the walls of almost every band and orchestra room are covered in wire lockers. I have a tiny clarinet sized one. A saxophone case barely fits.
Interesting poem written by the author.
An absolute masterclass in deadpan, slice-of-life humor. The writing captures the chaotic, auditory warfare of high school band with brilliant comedic timing and sharp, vivid imagery. Transforming a frustrated band director into a fire-breathing dragon gives the piece a fantastic, surreal edge that immediately hooks the reader.
The structural loop of the poem mirrors the daily grind beautifully, while the internal chaos keeps the audience completely captivated. The casual observation about the absolute madness in the locker room where instrument placement goes completely haywire is an incredibly relatable highlight. Every line hits with crisp, rhythmic precision, balancing teenage apathy with genuine comedic flair. The text leaves the reader thoroughly entertained by this witty, perfectly paced snapshot of musical anarchy. It is highly impressive how the writing turns the mundane repetition of a classroom into something so vibrant, memorable, and deeply engaging.
Keep it up.
Waiting for more.
Thank you.