I am a sousaphone/concert tuba player. I have been for seven years now, going on eight.

There is a baritone player in my section. Blond, bitchy, wannabe section leader and drum major.

Well, the yesterday I was called by the other baritone player, a rather mediocre (but tries really hard) band kid. He needed some help with one of the rhythms in our third concert piece, The Nutracker Suite, and I had almost the exact same thing he did, which should have made it very easy for me to help him out.

Only, the way i explained it confused him a little bit. So he called over miss bitchy blonde baritone. SHE CANNOT FUCKING READ HER MUSIC, I SWEAR. She tried to tell him that he had a rhythm like the melody did. This is not the case. His music is almost identical to mine, and I had solid rows of eighth notes, every single one with a staccato over it. She was saying it like it had a staccato every other note, which made it sounds like Baa-ba Baa-ba Baa-ba etc. When it's supposed to go bababababababa (all even-sounding and seperate.

I tried really hard to let her know this. She got pissy. Then I got pissy. I was having a really bad day yesterday so I decided that, hey, if he wanted to trust a bitchy-ass blonde chick that can't read her music over someone who signed up for band to learn how to play from real concert music, fine with me. Fuck up your part. Green (teacher) can correct him. I'm done.

TODAY, I talked to Bendy, my REAL section leader and REAL drum major about the rhythm. He corrected the baritone boy. He has yet to talk to Emily. And I just know she's gonna pass it off like I was wrong and overreacting. Bullshit. I may have been yelling, but the percussionist refused to shut up so I could make some actual progress. Fuckers.