I marched for the last time ever last night, and I feel so fucking empty. I woke up feeling like someone I loved was dead. I’m struggling not to start crying again as I write this. Marching band has been my life for the past four years, it’s the only thing I loved more than FT. I had my friends, and the whole band as my family. We were all so goofy, and I got to watch so many of them grow up a bit. We laughed and cried and sang and played our hearts out.
And as they quickly mourn over the loss of just a show, and look forward to next season, my fellow seniors and myself are all out of tokens, we only have four. They’re all used up and we can’t buy any more. For that we all cry, because how could we not. We are forced to leave our hearts and our souls behind.
A lot of you won’t understand. Either you weren’t in marching band, or you weren’t on a group that was as special as mine.
We are the underdogs, the bottom of the top classes, almost there but so close. We are broke as fuck but we make up for lack of props, lack of base drops, lack of color, with our own spirit.
I was a part of something absolutely incredible, and now it’s gone. I just feel so empty and so sad.