Week Twenty-Eight

I have two stories this week.

Thursday night, the marching band went to a school to play with the younger kids in their marching band. Me and my partner in music, Chandler, decided to let one percussionist play our tenors during a cadence. I think this boys name was Troy, or maybe it was Clay, I honestly can't remember his name but it was short. When he stepped up to play I tried to teach him the rhythm and notes. I told him that we will be playing when Jared taps off in a certain manner and then demonstrated the tap-off. Well, when I started teaching him the notes, Jared tapped it off. I had no time to teach him and just had to let him free in the deep end. He did pretty well and I let him know when we finished. He was really great for his first time playing and he looked so happy. I knew I had made his night and probably got him on the path of music. When we did finish a few of his friends came over and told him how cool he was. Later on in the evening he caught up with me and thanked me for coming out and playing with his band and also letting him play the tenors with me. I had a huge smile on my face and I gave my gratitude to him for inviting us to play. I really do believe that he will stay in percussion for the next few years of his life. Who knows maybe he will become famous and find me later on in life.

Friday night was a blast as well. After the football game, me and a few friends went to Taco Bell. It was fun, we had laughs, jokes were flying, and friends were around. We started telling stories and I was very stressed with mine. It lasted a long while, which I knew it would, I always turn twenty minute stories into four hour lectures. I had to go to the bathroom just fix my composure. I didn't want to see anyone worry about me, and my eyes would have been a dead give away to my anxiety. It was good I had my sunglasses, aviators, you can wear them anywhere, they are effective and stylish. Anyway I finished my story, heard some more, learned some things, had a great time, and fell asleep. It was a great night and I'm glad I decided not to be an introvert.

Week Twenty-Seven

Nothing Happened that's worth talking about, I'm sorry I didn't post this when I should have. (A week ago.)

Week Twenty-Six (Explicit)

This weeks story is from Friday. It was late, maybe eight or nine 'O' clock. I hadn't walked my daily amount and I wanted to reach my goal so I went for a walk. It was pretty inclimate weather though. It was storming pretty bad and I was told not to go out because of the chance of getting struck by lightning. See where this blog is going now? Anyway I was walking along the sidewalk when I see lightning strike down and touch the earth, it was maybe half a mile to a mile away. I was carrying an umbrella because it was raining fairly hard as well. As soon as the bolt touched the ground I let go of my umbrella and dropped to my knees. The residual electricity had reach me by what's known as a side splash. When the electricity jumps from an object to a person. My umbrella had conducted it and sent it to my hand. It was like one of those shock pen jokes only one-hundred times worse. My hand felt like it was being stabbed with thousands of needles all at once and then suddenly being turned to stone. I couldn't feel my hand for maybe five minutes afterwards. I have a few bruises on my hand now because the electricity charged my blood cells and literally made them pop. I first noticed them yesterday but they're almost all gone now. Honestly, it hurt like a bitch but I'm sort of glad I had the experience to feel what it was like to be struck by lightning, granted it was such a lower voltage than actual lightning.

Week Twenty-Five

Friday, our first football game. For Marching Band that is. Not much happened, it was an okay game but we ended up losing, 23 to 29. It was a typical Marching Band show. I thought we were okay, not the best... actually we weren't that good at all. We had people missing, we had people leave early, we had people that didn't know their music... It was a horrible show now that I think about it. What a way to start off the season.