Marching Band

That One Feeling of A Lifetime

There I stood fearfully, amongst my peers who were two to four years older than me. I did not know where I sat, and I’m surrounded by strangers. It was the first day of marching band. I man up to the problem, and ask another tuba player where I sat, she pointed with a smile. I put my stuff down, and with the equal beats of a wood block, this senior in the band says let's get set. I have no idea what any of that means. I am feeling self conscious, nervous, and clueless with what the day will bring me. I followed the rest of the band outside, and we started just walking with rhythm. For example if the song was fast then we would walk fast, to the beat of the song. I just lined up in the low brass section …show more content…
I get on my old school uniform, which looks amazing on me, I played with my sousaphone, a marching tuba. When it was our time to perform for the half time it made me upset because the football crowd, was loud, rowdy and truly very rude. They were screaming, laughing, and thought that we were all losers. I was semi nervous for our first competition which was the next day. We have football games on Friday, and competitions on Saturday. I realized that they were just the dumb football fans, and they don’t care about the band, they are just stuck watching us because they don’t want to lose their good seats to watch the football …show more content…
There were many expectations that the band must proceed to do. So as we proudfully marched out of the bus, you can’t look at other teams because it represents intimidation. We all got in a circle and started warming up. At this point there were tears in my eyes, and I was trying to fight back the tears. That was very strange for me because I have never felt like this in my life. We were done warming up and we lined up and started marching down the street up to the field. We have a record for being one of the best marching band teams in the state. As we were marching people were trying to get high fives, talking to us, and then all the sudden I hear, “No they're at attention the Point Boro Marching Band never talks in uniform.” That made me smile right in my brain, and my heart. We were right on the field. I was anxious to see what was going to happen next. Our drum major calls us to attention, and that means that we are ready to perform. The show started, I was having a little bit of mess ups, but that was okey. Half way through the performance I was still playing and marching, and performing everything that I was told to do, but tears were just rolling down my face. Just slipping out of my eyes and dripping down my face. I just could not hold any impulses out. The show ended, and everyone was congratulating me, hugging me, and just making me feel the best I have ever felt. I will never forget this