If orchestra were Mean Girls, the first violinists would be the Plastics.
First violinist: On Wednesdays we wear pink.

Cellist: Nice bow. What's it made out of?
First violinist: YOUR MOM'S CHEST HAIR!

Conductor: Why are you playing so quietly?
First violinist: I'm a mouse, duh.

Flautist: What's up with the bassist? I feel like she's hiding something.
First violinist: That's why her instrument is so big. It's full of secrets.

Oboist: What do you have against the concertmaster?
Bassoonist: She's a life ruiner. She ruins people's lives.

Concertmaster: I can't play Pachelbel. I'm on an all-Romantic repertoire. God, Karen, you are so stupid!

First violinist: If you're from the viola section, why are you good?
Concertmaster: Oh my god Karen, you can't just ask people why they're good.

First violinist: She doesn't even go here!
Conductor: Do you play in this orchestra?
Soprano: No, I just have a lot of feelings.

Clarinetist: Made out with my instrument? Omg that was one time!
viết bởi Heart and Sol 27 Tháng mười hai, 2013

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