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Band: *Inhales deeply*

1st Violins:

2nd Violins:

Violas:

Cellos:

Basses:

Flutes:

Piccolo:

Clarinets:

Oboes:

English horn:

Bassoons:

Trumpets:

French horns:

Trombones:

Tubas:

Percussion:

Conductor:

He literally woke up and asked for a pencil and paper.

Elgar: gve meh pencul and paprr imma gonna writ a gorgees concmerto for big violin

Dr: I think you should rest, sir. You just had a major surg–

“Go back to set 1”

“Because the Trumpets won’t listen, we are running part 2 all the way through”

“Ok water break over!”

“I’m gonna try to jump over all the clarinets and flutes I can.”

“Did someone step on my instrument?”

“DOES ANYONE HAVE AN EXTRA PLUME?!?”

“MIKE BROKE A CAN OF HAIR SPRAY IN THE TUBA ROOM!!”

“Holy shit the directors pissed!”

“This isn’t your jacket”

“No watch me I can colo-I CAN COLOR GAURD WITH MY BARRY CLARINET WATCH”

“a cheerleader broke a prop holy shit we’re walking on the field right now”

*starts performance* “DRUM MAJORS, IS YOUR BAND READY??”

“No I don’t need to count.”

“Watch me chug this Mountain Dew.”

“Guys…we can’t warm up before halftime because the refs won’t let us.”