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i’m kristen and i have my own agenda though even i may not know what it is because mostly i just sit around listening to sad songs and feeling like i should cry but remaining unable to muster up any tears for me for you or for anyone else and i just sat here listening to every single linden eagles marching band cd from my entire high school career and did anyone ever realize how out of tune the rhythms of the sea cd is or how the pit is not together at all for the duration of the images of the railroad show recording and then i think back and every single one of those cds was recorded in some entirely different year of my life when i was younger and stupider and happier and my future roommate ashley wants me to try out for drum corps with her for summer 2006 and i’m ready to just say fuck it because you only live once but i’m not sure what i would audition on because i play too many goddamn instruments now and i don’t know where my loyalties lie because i don’t fit in with most trumpet players and mellophone is so pretty and middle voice receives all the best parts but percussion i think is my true calling even though when you’re in the pit you don’t move and i hate being static like that because you can only help the show improve so much without being written in the drill but have you ever felt the power of four mallets flying beneath your fingers or struck a timpani so hard you thought the head might break along with your heart?

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