The glowing white light filled the stadium. The seats rose to the stars and the wispy clouds. The knots became tighter in my stomach, as I waited in anticipation of our last show. I flash back to the start of the season, the beginning of band camp. Though it was three months ago, I remember the heat and the pain as if it were yesterday.
We woke up early and learned music until our hands cramped. Then in the afternoon we went outside. Heat beat on our faces, and our bodies ached as we stayed set. No movement. Cautious breathing. Head held high, but we waited to relax. For hours we marked the ground with chalk and waited until the instructor were happy with the formations. After the first day of band camp, I was exhausted, frustrated, and defeated. I struggled the entire day, the pure concentration need for marching band was a challenge. I didn’t want to go back. I questioned myself and my …show more content…
We started moving, instruments in hand. The prop moved smoothly across the turf. Faster. We moved in a large mass behind it. Shuffling quickly. We entered with the music individually, then posed and joined the rest of the band in a line.
The show was going well, each piece seemed to fall into place. The fabric came late in the show, it was the moment we were all worried about. In one of our more recent shows it didn’t work. It was damp, and the wind beat against it. It didn’t fly over us as planned. It hit us like a wall of white, firmly unyielding. We were trapped underneath, ripping at it to escape its suffocating hold. Finally, everyone got out of it, but it was already too late to have the show we had hoped for.
As the fabric came closer this time I knew it would be different, it had to be. It glided towards us, and a slight panic set in, but it soared gracefully over our heads. The show ended moments later, and the roars of the crowd made the moment even more
We woke up early and learned music until our hands cramped. Then in the afternoon we went outside. Heat beat on our faces, and our bodies ached as we stayed set. No movement. Cautious breathing. Head held high, but we waited to relax. For hours we marked the ground with chalk and waited until the instructor were happy with the formations. After the first day of band camp, I was exhausted, frustrated, and defeated. I struggled the entire day, the pure concentration need for marching band was a challenge. I didn’t want to go back. I questioned myself and my …show more content…
We started moving, instruments in hand. The prop moved smoothly across the turf. Faster. We moved in a large mass behind it. Shuffling quickly. We entered with the music individually, then posed and joined the rest of the band in a line.
The show was going well, each piece seemed to fall into place. The fabric came late in the show, it was the moment we were all worried about. In one of our more recent shows it didn’t work. It was damp, and the wind beat against it. It didn’t fly over us as planned. It hit us like a wall of white, firmly unyielding. We were trapped underneath, ripping at it to escape its suffocating hold. Finally, everyone got out of it, but it was already too late to have the show we had hoped for.
As the fabric came closer this time I knew it would be different, it had to be. It glided towards us, and a slight panic set in, but it soared gracefully over our heads. The show ended moments later, and the roars of the crowd made the moment even more