452. There is at least one person in the band you refer to with a shudder.
453. The football and basketball teams call you the twelfth and sixth man, respectively.
454. When Tampa Bay won the Super bowl, you freaked when the head coach gave credit to the band first.
455. You stay up to 2 o' clock after the game talking about all though wrong notes you played.
456. You Take your instrument for a monthly check up at the local music service store; you can never be too careful.
457. Conversations don't get interesting until the topic of "band" comes in.
458. Your ego inflates every time you go on a band trip (ie Rose Bowl, Macy's).
459. You can walk into your junior high school when you�re a senior and you band teacher still knows you by sight, name, and what instrument(s) you played.
460. (Woodwinds) You freak out every time someone calls you a "field ornament", and still hold strong to the fact that brass sucks.
461. You know how it feels to have to run off the field pushing a marimba with a faulty wheel *AND you know the exact angle to push so that wheel works* This band geek's gots skillz, yo.
462. (Flutes) You felt a lot better after seeing American Pie 2 just so that you could get even with the trumpets for saying "And this one time, at band camp..." one too many times.
463. When you sign up for instrumental class in school, you are absent 3/4 of the time because of band, of course and still end up with an 85% average.
464. You face daily death threats for getting first chair saxophone when you are a) the youngest member of the band and b) there are seniors that should have taken the position. WHAT THE MOFO ARE YOU DOING AT FIRST CHAIR?! This is blasphemy, I tell you.
464. You have perfected the art of playing with a broken, torn or rippled reed.
465. You can mentally replay every song in your bands repertoire from memory, down to the trumpet solo.
466. You bow before entering the instrument room.
467. The inside of your mouth is lacerated from all the biting down for the high notes.
468. Your lips are absolutely ripped.
469. You hear a piece of music called "Dusty Trombone" and think: "Blasphemy!"
470. You have to get braces from your mouthpiece being stuck in your mouth all the time
471. You swear and attest every single day that the tenor sax can beat the crap out of alto any day of the week.
472. You feel as though it is your duty as a citizen to play the "Hockey Night in Canada Theme" every Saturday night, to the annoyance of your family members. Crazy Canucks...
473. You're in Jazz band and become bitter enemies with your best friends from the Concert bands.
474. You are able to play your solo from any song using your mouthpiece alone.
475. Your reed is so well used that your band director begs you to throw it out.
476. After said throwing out, you hold a funeral, and build a coffin for your reed.
477. You weep for weeks after this funeral.
478. You take Italian just so you can show off your smarts on your next music theory exam.
479. you offer to carpet the ceiling of the band room so your solos will echo less
480. You offer to vacuum the carpeted ceiling of the band room, so your solos won't echo
481. When your friend writes out a song in "da da daaa" you know exactly which song they are talking about.
482. When you saw the movie "Drumline" and felt some sort of joy that a movie interprets band as a sport.
483. Not only do you remember marching music from last year, but also the parts for at least three different instruments.
484. You go home after a football/basketball game and practice your pep band tunes.
489. Polychords don't scare you.
490. You got bored, so you composed a song then had your band sight read it the next day.
491. Your band hates you because your song has 5 flats. (see above)
492. You can march to 9/8.
493. You are good at marching to 9/8.
494. You can conduct in 1/1, 2/2 (or 2/4), 3/4, 4/4, and 5/4 with little effort.
495. ...and you're a sophomore.
496. You constantly pester you band director with new marching show ideas.
497. When you get a song by Bach, the first thing you look for is a tritone.
498. To your dismay, you don't find one. (see above)
499. You know what a tritone is. ...tri..angle? Damn kid who screwed up the triangle solo...
500. You love tritones (especially if you're in jazz band).