The Sections At 1 AM The Night Before A Competition
asleep scattered across the floor of someone's bedroom wearing matching sweatpants.
moodily playing pokémon
all at walmart separately because they all think they're the ones responsible for treat bags and forgot until now. never see each other and each get like ten treat bags the next morning. confused but happy.
finding more ways to hide dirty jokes on their section hoodies.
practicing their "marching face" in the mirror to make it suitably focused and serious yet smoldering.
trying to figure out how to attach a large sign to their instrument that says "it's a mellophone, not an exceptionally large trumpet." they are doomed to fail and the masses remain uneducated.
frantically trying to fix their instrument from attempting to pop to the box in their bedroom with the slide as far down as possible and slamming into the ceiling.
reflecting bitterly on all the times the tubas have upstaged them. vow to never let it happen again.
standing in front of a mirror trying to figure out precisely which angle at which to tip their beret to look the most roguish.
still loading their equipment on the band truck even though they started after school; one of them is missing for no reason.
performing a ritual sacrifice.
already doing their hair. still almost don't get done in time.
practicing their salute 40,098 times, then making sure they don't "stand weird" while conducting.
THIS IS THE FIRST MARCHING BAND MY SPORTS FOCUSED SCHOOL HAS IN ANYONES MEMORY. THIS, AT ALMOST THIRTY, IS THE LARGEST WE’VE EVER BEEN. I AM SO PROUD OF THESE GUYS, WE’RE GOING FAR MY FRIENDS. I LOVE YOU ALL
even if your not the best drummer your still a percussionist? i don’t care if you play the triangle or the quads, you are important no matter what part you are. i know snares get all the credit and fame, but your part is just as important as theirs and your director notices this even if he never comments on or praises you. you and your part is essential to the group, never forget that.
I think my favorite part about watching drum corps shows is the ending. not because is the big hit at the end or anything like that. Its because of the faces the performers make at the end of the show. Some people cry, some have a sense of pride about them, some have a stupid cheesy smile. The list goes on and on. I just think it is beautiful.