I don’t need presents: trumpet love for cold clarinetists heart

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I LOVE this blog post about middle-school love in band. Of course, the clarinetists are the evil, cold hearted, rejectors of the trumpet players "earnest" urges. 🙂

Go read it. It will bring back memories if you played in band. Here's a snippet:

Oh Sara Miller how I liked you, when we were there in the seventh grade. Both in band. You a clarinet player. Me a trumpeteer. You were part of the trifecta of hotness, along with your two clarinet friends. You would look back at our row giggling. Me and the boys would skip a beat watching you giggle up in the front.

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