i was marching in finals. but it wasnt finals. there were only about ten people in the stands, and they were all camp counselors. We didn't play Almighty Father so I wasn't really ready to go. Ryan started Gorgon, and I played and stepped off right and everything, but it all started to melt. My snakeskin sash was dripping all over my pants and I thought to myself, oh no. The dry cleaners will never get that out. But I didn't notice that my horn was back ten steps on the field. I had dropped it. and my shoes were making big black marks on the field.
Then I notice that the stands are entirely empty. The camp counselors have come onto the field and they're not wearing sorority shirts and tye dye anymore, they're wearing judge uniforms, and i hear them say over and over "you would do better if your trumpeters didn't melt" and i knew bimm would crucify me because i was shitting all over his band. and i singlehandedly ruined the show.
