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Someone hits a flat note and it causes you physical pain.
You think triplets are cool. (They are!)
You go around school bragging about what instrument you play.
You actually notice the music in movies, and talk about it more than the actual movie.
The person that you idolize lived in the 16th or 17th century and is now "decomposing"
You try to figure out what note the school bell is playing so you can tune your instrument.
You roll your step on your walk home from school.
You go to the Band Room before and after school and during your lunch period just to hang out.
The custodian is working on the fire alarm and you time it with your metronome.
You realize you can play your solo in time with the fire alarm.
You hear a song you've played before and automatically do the fingering.
You write alternative lyrics to the songs you play, and the lyrics you write proclaim your Band Dorkness.
You realize that although you know none of the guys/girls in the school, you have 'gone out with' every guy/girl in the Band/Orchestra.
You'd rather spend two and a half hours in the Band Room just waiting for your Rehearsal to start than go home and take a
nap.
You go to the media center to cut out hearts for Valentine's Day and you spend twenty minutes cutting out flutes, trumpets,
treble clefs, bass clefs, and musical notes.
You don't know the difference between a violin and a cello, but you'd die if someone told you they don't know the difference
between a French horn and a baritone.
You start to walk with someone and you fall into step with them.
Your instrument has a name.
You get mad at people when you find they share your instrument's birthday.
You carry a metronome, your sheet music, valve oil, or drumsticks in your backpack.
You've ever spent half an hour telling someone the definition of 'pizzicato' or 'spicatto' or 'arco.'
You see other Band Members more than you see your family,
Your online screen name involves the instrument you play.
You beg your director for a tape of your pieces (and end up waiting three weeks for it and subsequently turn cartwheels around
the band room when you finally get it!).
You couldn't care less which team wins the big game as long as you don't suck playing during the pep rally.
You automatically know when a non-Band member is in the band room, and you'll stop at nothing until they get out.
You skip your lunch period to watch a year-old All County concert video.
You've had one of these happen to you, or you were there when it happened to someone else.
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