I'm pretty sure that the two of us hated each other through my first two years of Marching Band in high school. I used to think you were a bitch and I'm sorry. I think you thought I was a bitch too, but I never really cared. I mean, yeah, I was sad that you didn't like me for whatever reason...but I wasn't losing sleep over it. I used to piss you off a lot in band, huh? I'm sorry, yet again for that.
I signed up for Pit Band my junior year of high school. I didn't think I was going to be able to do it since if an upperclassman signed up for it, underclassmen couldn't. I did it anyway since I saw that you had, plus my boyfriend was doing it too. I stayed after school the first day since my boyfriend had to stay. I was planning on just sitting there and listening to the tiny band play, but our band intern called me over. I got my flute and sat down next to you. It was pretty awkward the first few practices, but it got better. I was always super nervous when I sat next to you, with the end of my flute toward your ear. I would skip over hard passages and not really play all that often since I was afraid to embarrass myself in front of you. Later on though, I started gaining courage to actually play. You seemed pretty surprised that I could actually do some of the passages.
As the practices got longer and longer, we began talking. We talked about life, my boyfriend, the girl who blew things way out of proportion (she was playing the clarinet), and just overall got to know each other. You and I would sit in the pit and talk during breaks or right before practice. I bought bacon flavored sunflower seeds and you fell in love with them. We would eat them in between songs and eventually they got passed around to the whole pit. It was pretty funny since we went through many bags just in one week.
Many people were surprised when you and I would talk and laugh together during Symphonic Band. We would have many conversations during class, after class, and of course for Pit Band practice. Many people pulled me aside to ask me why the hell I was talking to you. I flat out told them that you really weren't bad at all. They were pretty shocked and they thought I was kissing your ass just so I could be section leader. I was not, if you are now wondering that.
I will never forget the day you stood up to the clarinetist in the pit. She was being a total bitch to the student conductor about not wanting to stop texting. She would miss her entrances and we would all get behind because of her. During our break you told her that she really needed to start paying attention. She blew up at you and the whole pit band backed you up. She was so pissed and after all that fiasco you would text me about her. You and I texted a lot, actually. We would text during our breaks, during practice (we never missed an entrance), and even after practice when we were home. The two of us talked on Facebook quite a bit too.
During the week of opening night, we spent many hours at the school running through the play. We would eat dinner...that was how late we stayed after school. Most of the time we wouldn't leave until around nine o'clock at night. It got pretty tiring. Anyway, you and I would sit next to each other during dinner. My boyfriend joined us as well, along with many others in the pit band. Whenever the clarinetist joined us, that became a very awkward situation...especially when she talked about having sex with a guy with a foreskin. No one wants to hear that while we're eating.
There was an assembly at school one day and I really didn't want to go. You and I had been texting during school and we decided to meet in the band room to "practice" for the play. To our surprise, the whole pit band was in the band room as well "practicing" just like we had planned. This turned out to be us standing around a huge trash can and spitting bacon flavored sunflower seed shells into it. We all talked and laughed and had a good time. However, we were found and had to go to the assembly anyway. I was going to go sit with my graduating class like I was supposed to, but you and my boyfriend pulled me to your side. I sat between the two of you and cheered for the graduating class of 2010.
One night after a performance you, me, my boyfriend, and two other people went to Buddie's Grill for a late dinner. We sat at a corner of the restaurant and had an awesome time. We played I Spy, 10 Fingers, and just talked. It really was an amazing night and we all sort of became close. The five of us actually went a second time after a show. Many drinks were spilled that night...oh how clumsy of us. We even went after you and my boyfriend graduated. That was really nice to get together again and catch up.
After another performance of the play, many people were going to go to Steak and Shake for a celebration. We thought there was going to be a lot of people there, but it turned out to be just the pit band. Which was almost better since we could all talk and such. We had a really cute waiter and you flirted with him all night. When he seemed to be flirting back you asked me to go to the bathroom with you. I watched as you fixed your make-up, brushed your long hair, and then asked me how you looked. As weird as this sounds, I wasn't expecting this to happen with us. You were acting as if I were one of your good friends and I loved that. I really thought that you and I were going to be close friends even after you graduated.
You had asked me to hang out after school one day so we could work on some marching band drills. A lot of people were suspicious of you and I hanging out after school. The plan was to work on drills, but we ended up talking instead. We talked about life and grew even closer. I would say that we even became good friends. We did work on some drills after two hours of talking in the band room. You taught me how to conduct in multiple different time signatures, how to make sure I was right on my marching techniques, and calling out the commands. You told me that you wouldn't be surprised if I was going to be section leader my senior year. What do you know...I got the title.
The two of us have stopped talking now and this saddens me greatly. You were someone I could confide in. I had invited you to many birthday parties, many regular parties, and just to hang out, but you didn't come. Well...except for one bonfire. That was a lot of fun. Anyway...you and I haven't talked in about a year now. I miss talking to you and I miss the friendship that had been growing/was there. I hope all is going well in your life. You don't post many status' on Facebook so I don't really know what's going on. I just want you to know that I miss you and that you were/are a great friend. You truly weren't a friend that I was expecting to get...what with us "hating" one another before pit band. I hope to hear from you soon.
With hope for us to talk again and catch up,
Samantha
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