Coolest dudes in band

I was a band geek in high school. Started with flute in 6th grade and progressed to piccolo, then oboe and bassoon (small town, a lot of us did double/triple/quadruple duty when a piece called for a different instrument). I had a love/hate relationship with the reed instruments, especially the double reeds. They tickled my lips, very distracting. During marching season, they'd put me on the xylophone because of my notoriously bad marching skills. Don't know left from right, and asking me to actually march and play at the same time was begging for disaster. I once caused a twelve flag-girl pileup on the 40 yard line. I was a twirler for a couple of years until I set the turf on fire when I dropped my fire baton. I got to sneak back into the percussion section during Christmas to play the chimes and bells. Why did I get these plum assignments (aside from not being able to march)? Because drummers can't read sheet music for shit. Notes, sharps, flats, uh-uh. Can't handle it.

Where was I going with this? Oh yes, the drummers. I have a weakness for drummers. Hot, sexy drummers. Show me a man with sticks and rhythm who can independently operate both hands and feet, and I melt. And if he twirls those damn sticks over his head? Instant panty combustion. I had the biggest crush on the lead drummer, Randy, who played the quad toms. The boy's sticks were a magical blur as he stood there in the glare of the stadium lights, bored "bad boy" expression on his face. Mesmerizing. Broke out my high school year book the other day, flashback time. And there he was, my percussion hottie. Six feet, 120 pounds of greasy haired acne-covered awkwardness. Must have been the sticks.