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My mouthpiece is stuck in my trumpet. I got out the pliers, and all they do is scrape a big scratch around it. This may turn out to be a serious problem.

On a brighter note, I managed to play the solo in the Alma Mater correctly for the first time in the two years that the solo has been my responsibility. But I balanced that victory by screwing up the Jungle Boogie dance, which I was called upon to demonstrate for the first-years. So Timmy came down and we danced together. Ooh, aah. Ooh, aah. Ooh, aah. Ooh, aah.


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