Monster, you said you ONLY had 30 guys in your band? My friend, I feel I must welcome to my world, the world of the downtrodden pep band.
Our school’s pep band is quite an interesting entity. Composed of a number of people that fluctuates between 5 and 20 people, we sit in the stands in beat up SSA jerseys and play songs to get the crowd rowdy. It never works, though, so we make up for it by being rowdy ourselves.
I hate to say it, and it’s nothing personal, Monster, but you and your compatriots are a sworn enemy of myself and my clan. Game by game, marching bands from other schools come to ours, show us up, and basically cause trouble.
Pep Band vs. Marching Band highlights of this year include a musical battle, where they played a song right after we did, which resulted in back and forth playing of it, louder and louder, just to decide who had the right to. They played it louder with their 300 people, but we won, since right after we played it, our football team kicked a game-winning, overtime field goal. Heh.
Another battle was with Apollo Ridge. It was a bitter fight when they came to our school. We made fun of the kid who ran up and down the sidelines with an “AR” flag every touchdown, and they almost set our field on fire with an overzealous fire-juggling half-time show. Long story.
SO, Monster, complain all you want about only having 30 members. You haven’t LIVED until you’ve played an electric keyboard in a torrential downpour (I decided to stop when it started buzzing), then, after being forced to pack up instruments, standing with 2 other “hard core players” and SINGING the ditties. THAT, my friend, is pep.