"STOP! Reset! That was the laziest horns up I have EVER seen! Well, maybe not that bad, but pretty darn close."
"The whole ballad? *cracks up* Wait. You're serious?"
"And I'm supposed to backward jazz run HOW?"
"I love that some of you are here at like noon for a sectional but you have to actually be awake for regular practice."
"LEFT! (right) LEFT! (right) READY! HALT! (place, together)"
"How in the world am I supposed to get from one end of the field to the other in sixteen counts? Oops. Wrong set."
"Get your chicken out of my rice paddy!"
"We're doing the whole opener? This is gonna be hilarious!"
Matt (drill staff): *sniffs air deeply* "Hmmm. Smells life fall."
Lisa (drill staff): *attacks Matt*
"So from set seven to eight I always get hit in the head by this one trombone player and it hurts!"
"Who was it?"
"I dunno. Some little kid with a trombone."
"Toes to the sky! March aggressively! TO THE SKY! THAT'S NOT AGGRESSIVE ENOUGH!!!!
Just a normal day in the life....
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LOL!
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