AN: WAY MORE TO COME!!! Let me know what y'all think.

Prologue

Some days you'll be sitting in your chair, and you'll realize "HOLY CRAP! I'm in BAND!!" Other days you'll simply freak out and ask, "WHERE THE HELL IS MY SEATBELT?!!?" Welcome to the French horn section.
Mr. Two-Hairs, my beloved band director, I swear has more patience than my mother; after all, he puts up with Waxy and me for an hour and a half everyday. The old man has to have patience to put up with our constant flirting with Slave 1, and talks of lava lamps, and Chyna's and my random out bursts of "UHHH NA NA NA NAAA".