This generally fandom blog is also often filled with personal things.
Um, I tend to be on the shy side, so I might tend to be scared to reach out to you myself, but I'd love to have a bunch of new friends.
Ayala High School’s 12 56” HDTV’s under bullet proof glass so the performers can march on them. Thats how we do in Southern California. We go hard man. Whaddup.
Wish we had money
WE GOT A NEW SOUSAPHONE FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SCHOOL OPENED
…. This is Ayala. My home high school. I’ve run around that exact space of concrete.
If not for the fond memories and kick-ass education I have from Troy, I’d be regretting my decision to go to a school where for the first competitions of drumline I had to use a bloody wooden block instead of a wheel on my xylophone. Where one of our vibes is held together with string. Where we have to borrow nearly a dozen of our brass instruments.
Sigh. Chino Hills and your rich, highly performing music programs. I don’t know whether to shake my fist bitterly or be proud. Both. Both sounds good.
Where would our automaton trio be without their one-man band? Amazingly talented and amazingly kind, you can be sure to find him fixing up the ‘bots as easily as he can be found fracturing that banjo. He may stand in the back, but he’s hardly in the background. Take us starboard, Mr. Reed.