To the football player who decided that it'd be appropriate to flip off the marching band kids on their /three minute/ water break;
I don’t think you have any idea how hard we work. This whole week, we’ve been in constant pain, either from sunburns, calves, neck straps, mental frustration, shoulder cramps, or sore faces. We’ve carried instruments anywhere from three, to sixty pounds for hours. We’ve carried flags the size of ourselves, and spun them until we’ve pulled muscles in our arms and shoulders. We’ve memorized music from ink splotches on paper. We’ve marched around tracks screaming ‘Left! Left!’ until our vocal cords were aching. We’ve measured out step sizes to centimeters, and rolled our feet till they blister. And, we’ll be doing it for the next four months.
We’ve made so much progress that what, on Sunday, was a jumble of notes is now Detroit Rock City, and Shout It Out Loud. Yeah, we have a long way to go. We’ve only made a little bit of progress, even though we’ve spent 12+ hours out in the blistering heat, and we’ll spend much more in the months to come.
So, yeah, make fun at the marching band kids. Flip them off and laugh at them, tell them that what they do isn’t a 'real’ sport; you’ll surely be hilarious with your friends. You’ll never realize just how much work goes into a five-minute show, or a simple concert piece. It’ll never register how amazing it is when Judges call your school for winners in competitions.
Real professional. You’re making a wonderful name for yourselves.