My Psychological Tower

Pep band (post 375 ^.^)

I was just at an awesome game. Awesome as in a bunch of awesome people in the band showed up for pep band. My bro Robin, this girl who was in Austria for the past 6 months, my former section leader, my other bro.. people were missing -GLARES- but that’s their loss. We got to partake in those awesome conversations that band kids have, get some awesome food, play music, what band kids love to do. I also met this kid I met briefly at this band festival, he’s coming to my school next semester, he says he makes beats. hmmmm.

Around 3rd quarter, our director forced the band to leave, she says it’s cause of time constraints, but really, the situation was getting tense. This game was talked about. For months, apparently. This HS and the away HS are the type to fight. And I mean FIGHT. Not school rivalries, but people gonna get arrested and seriously hurt. When we were forced to leave the school, this cop forced us back in. Then we got forced back out, then our director tried to force us off school property. Butch, it’s cold, and our parents aren’t here. This could easily become a dangerous situation.

Me and my little brother got into my Dad’s car right before this giant crowd of people showed up. I took my horn home, forgot my damn concert folder. I’ll spend all my practicing focusing on my solo, contest is next month. I get on Facebook upon getting home, see a status about shooting goin on at the game. I hope sousaphones are bulletproof, cause if they are, I’m switching pretty quickly.

I’m getting news on what happened next at the moment.

I got a story to tell you, we almost died -Older bro.

After I left, a car pulled up to where all the band kids were, Doors open, music blasting. They came out, beat a random dude’s ass. Another car pulled up and attacked the first car, a third car pulled by slow as ever, window rolled down. Someone stuck their hand out the window, actin like they were gonna shoot. Cops swarmed the area, accused my band family who stuck together as a combined effot of being a gang, said they’d arrest them one at a time. They all got home safe, as far as I know. My friends that didn’t go to the game, I’m really glad they stayed home, I don’t know how they would fare in this kind of situation, especially after more and more people leave. I can get overprotective of those that I love, this is no exception.

Lemme tell you a story from summer camp.

On the last day of camp activities, I gathered up all the rifle tickets I had left, and I went down to the range.

It’s empty of shooters, but staff is there.

“So I have these.”

“Oh my, that’s enough for…. 40. Wanna shoot them all at once?”

“Awesome.”

I spent a long time behind the rifle, firing one shot after another. Shooting is (ironically) peaceful to me. It’s just me, a rifle, and some object that’s gonna have a very bad day.

I love the shooting sports. It’s almost meditative, you can just channel all your negative emotions into a small chunk of lead and sent it out at supersonic speeds.

Needless to say, the shooting director was not as happy as I was, putting 40 rounds out on a single shot bolt action in one sitting (hey, if we had semi autos, I’d be goin a LOT faster). But me and Ron go way back, it’s been 4 years or so since I got the rifle merit badge from him. I can do things like this, as the ranges are my home away from home away from home.

After I shot, I took the target and went straight to archery until they closed.