EPTThe bane of my existence.
A Marching Euphonium
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For several years I have marched this behemoth's whimsical cousin, the baritone. The end of that lofty journey came swiftly with the beginning of this season. With a gigantic low brass section 20 members strong, the director realized that the school simply did not have enough instruments.
Summoning his powerful connections with various other high school band directors, our director gathered a hellish collection of brass for us to use -four marching euphoniums.
I let his decision to have me march such an unyielding beast go unopposed. The pain eats at you with the same diabolical precision that a wasp larva eats an unsuspecting insect from the inside out. I liken my current situation to that of an Asian child who has failed to achieve an SAT score of 2500 -filled with pain and suffering.
Whereas the baritone fell easily at my weak hands with a drop of effort, the marching euphonium is a different woman. With the mass of JulyZerg and the poor manners of IdrA himself, the euphonium remains an impossible instrument.
I cannot raise my arms above my head.
