Wow did we SUCK! I mean, god! The little cute adorable sixth graders practacly outshowed us (No offense to any sixth graders that may be reading)! We played all of the wrong notes, our tempo was way off, we came in early, the only thing we didn't do is start over (which is the most supremely embarassing thing that can happen). Why, if I didn't know any better, it's say our suckage was almost palpable! In fact, it was palpable! I can't figure out for the life of me why the audience clapped at the end of the performance because it was awfully dreadful. You know what? Instead of taking ipecac when you want to induce vomitting, just play a recording of the Gold Band playing, it's much faster. They should play our music during interrogations, that'll break the hardest of core terrorists that won't give up a drop of information otherwise. There's no hiding it, our musical skills are completely useless and should be muted for all of eternity so that nobody has to suffer through that terrible, vile, god-awful sound ever again.