It was a Friday night in 98, Mr. Adams was verbally giving us the itinerary for one of the away games...
Mr. Adams: "We're going to be meeting up in the bandroom at 7 o'clock in the morning..."
Piccolo plyr: "7 o'clock??!!!"
Mr. Adams: *pushes the podium up right in front of her*
"7 o'clock Got-damnit!!! Say it again!!!!"
Mr. Adams: "7 o'clock Got-Damnit!!!! Say it again!!!"
*Piccolo player has this mean mug on her face....*
Mr. Adams: *slowly pulling the podium back to its original spot with a big
on his face and a calm voice....*
"As I was saying, 'We're going to meet in the bandroom at 7 o'clock....."
The whole band was quiet at first, but they couldn't help but bust out laughing. I was dying on the inside...