the percussion closet

Piccolo: Just because you can hear me doesn't mean I know what I'm doing

Flutes: *throws tuner across the room*

Clarinets: I just didn't realize I'd actually have to do work

Alto Sax: Endless sexual innuendo jokes lol

Tenor Sax: *comes in late* *salutes behind band directors back*

Bari Sax: *comes to every rehearsal stoned*

French Horns: *deep throats leadpipe*

Trumpets: Let's trip on acid before we perform

Trombones/Euphs: I only talk to freshman if they have a watch because that's all that matters

Tubas: *gets boner right before a field show*

Percussionists: *throws drumsticks into the ceiling*

Colorguard: *throws rifle half way across the field* oops

Drum Majors: I just got hit in the boob with a flag, but it's okay

Trumpet: Chihuahua. Very loud. Will not shut up.

Clarinet: Dolphin. Very cheerful and bubbly.

Flute: Hedgehog. Very fragile. Will die emotionally if anything slightly offensive comes out of anyone's mouth.

Piccolo: Cedar waxwing. Will kill your eardrums with one (1) high pitched whistle.

Horns: Stingray. Very graceful. Very intelligent. Will get angry if threatened.

Trombone: Squirrel. Has wayyy to much energy. Will not sit still for any more than .005 seconds.

Sax: Crow. The harbinger of impending doom.

Tuba: Panda. Looks nice but is a crackhead that will bite your face off.

Euphonium: Tasmanian devil. Looks angry 24/7 but is soft inside.

Bassoon: Giraffe. A soft boi. Stays up to ungodly hours of the night, getting 1.9 hrs of sleep on average.

Percussion: Skunk. If you happen to stumble across a percussionist, run.

Soprano sax

The entire percussion section

Tenor sax

Alto sax

Bassoon

Bari sax

French horn

Bass clarinet

Clarinet

Flute

Trombone

Oboe

Tuba