Our band field was at the bottom of this really large hill, and since we all know it ALWAYS rains during band camp...there are quite a few stories surrounding that darn hill..
My favorite being from my junior year, when we (the colorguard) were doing stretches. Our show theme that year was middle eastern/egyptian music and since the guard was planning on dressing like harem girls, we wanted to put splits and other freaky moves in the upper-classman dance feature, since we had pretty much free reign with the choreography for it. We decided that it would be a good idea to stretch our for the splits ON the hill leading down to the field; you know, for the extra resistance from the ground and having one leg higher than the other, etc. So all the junior/senior girls, wearing our short-shorts and tank tops b/c of the heat, strut over to the hill to try it out. Well, we tried it and it seemed to be working because we could all feel some tension/stress. It hurt a bit (it's supposed to), so to slightly relieve the pain about 3/4 of us were bouncing up and down (which is bad for your muscles but oh well) and it um, looked kind of *obscene*....and wouldn't you know, it was JUST OUR LUCK that the DRUMLINE decides to come marching down the hill at the completely WRONG time. They all start laughing and talking about how the colorguard was "humping the hill." Apparently, they still talk about it....
Another great one was from senior year, when one of the senior trumpeters ordered a pizza from his cell phone. It came sooner than he expected and it ended up that the Dominoes guy came waddling across the field, pizza box in hand, screaming "DUSTIN? IS DUSTIN OVER THERE? DID SOMEONE NAMED DUSTIN ORDER A PIZZA?!" He got in trouble. Sad part is, he was the section leader...
This next few aren't from band camp but oh well
-My freshman year, somehow, I ended up in the front line of the colorguard, on the 50yd line, for a HUGE, DRAMATIC flag feature. There was a grand pause in the music, and the colorguard tossed an enormously lofty double out of an over-hand spin and caught it when the music hit again. (We were a really good guard, now that I look back on it! A bunch of our girls went on to join the Cadets of Bergen County and other, various independent Winterguards) Well anyway, that toss was really cool, but I ruined almost every time because I had this ISSUE with tossing a double. (I was seriously afraid of the WIND...) Well, after one night of completely messing it up EVERY TIME my instructor decided to yell over the Long Ranger: "SARAH! You are ON the 50 and YOU CAN'T TOSS! WHEN are you going to GET IT?" I almost died.
-On one infamous band trip to Disney World, a BUNCH of kids got caught making out, GROUP-style (as band kids usually do) on one of the rides...
-On another band BUS ride, we were playing a game of "Never Have I Ever..." that got kind of out of control and they called our parents and everything...oh BOY did I get in trouble...(luckily, they only HEARD what we were saying and couldn't SEE what we were doing...)
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