Personal Narrative: Changing The Playing Field

Changing the Playing Field It’s go time. We take the field and get ready to throw down. Everyone is ready to give their best to the challenging task at hand. Every last ounce of energy is about to be used, so hopefully everyone has been saving it up. We start and the pace is immediately quick. Everyone is on their toes, making sure to avoid the people coming at them. Each move must be as precise and accurate as human error can allow. Muscles burn and oxygen seems to be depleting quickly, but we keep pushing ourselves, up until the final second. I have to keep my head up to make sure I don’t miss a step, because if I do, disaster is sure to strike. We release the final push and leave ourselves gasping for air. Our time on the field is over now. Whether we won or not, we’re satisfied because we left everything on the field, and no feeling is greater. This is bigger than me. This is bigger than the people next to me, or my friends, or anyone participating. This is marching band. Marching band may not appear that exhausting, but all those who have ever marched would …show more content…
My strong belief that sports were so much better than music slowly began to fade. I fell in love with the late Tuesday night practices, constantly repping set after set until my feet were essentially on auto pilot. Friday nights swiftly became what I would look forward to at the end of the week, as opposed to weekends. Supporting the football team while having a great time in the stands seems to me the best way to spend a night. Saturday competitions brought me to life because that was when everyone was there to support us. The stadiums would erupt into mammoth applause as the colossal red flag passed over the band as we hit the last chord. We were the main show and it was time for us to showcase our hard work. Basketball slowly became my secondary activity. I was a band kid, and I was certainly not ashamed of