so the fingerings to old town road are really easy...
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so the fingerings to old town road are really easy...
My instrument has a better personality than I do
It's literally impossible to find mellophone shirts on amazon.com that don't make me want to die (my mom has prime so if I want to buy stuff online I basically have to use amazon)
So many people have uh
None of those are mellophones
And some of what I've found just makes me cringe like wow I see why the theatre kids hate us
So basically it is now my responsibly to make ~~☆cool☆~~ mellophone shirts yeehaw (except I'll be using my already existing RedBubble account)
I love my current section leader but last year I had her write my fingerings for the marching band music and half of them weren't accurate and she sent the groupme a fingering chart and idk if I trust it skdkdkskks
I've been playing french horn longer than literally anyone else in my school (i think)
The Worst at it
But I'm still
Because I need to fucking
Practice
I'm going to try to get one of the drum majors addicted to discord with the help of my section and her twin brother because this drum major is hella nice and cool and I think she'd kinda like my server (also nobody on there has the drum major role and I want someone I know to have it)
So over the course of this school year, I had two french horn mouthpieces just disappear. I've been using a relatively cheap one that my friend Spencer bought online.
Well on Friday, I come home from the music store after getting my now repaired french horn back. My backpack is heavy and I decide, "fuck it, let's organize this"
I decide to go through all 4 pockets in it. I get to the one that I keep the mouthpiece Spencer gave me in and I feel a bulge in the pocket in front of it.
There was another mouthpiece in there. I looked around that pocket a little more and the school mouthpiece was there too.
I thought I had lost two mouthpieces but they were in my backpack the whole time. I was just walking around with like 150$ worth of French horn mouthpieces on me, complaining about not being able to find the one my mom gave me. I'm a fucking mess.
Just realized how fucking lucky I am to have gotten this username because most people probably read it as "a mellophone" but I chose it because my friends starting calling me "Amelloa" rather than my actual name, Amelia, because I joined marching band and became
Slightly
Obsessed