October twenty fifth. The most exciting day of this year. And the most depressing. I woke up at 7:00am, got hyped up about our competition for marching band. Got to run through at 9:00am and practiced for the most intense day of my year. The band loaded up the buses around 11:30 and we headed off to the stadium. When we got there we were all so nervous and excited. You could feel the tension in the air. At 2:45pm we stepped on to the field. It was dead quiet with concentration. We were so ready to make finals. When we finished, the pure effort bursting out of our hearts was hard to miss. Finished watching band, and the announcer called 'Clear Lake Highschool Band' very first! We had made finals!! The whole band almost fell down the stands from all the hugs and jumping and high fives we were giving and recieving. Directly we went down to the little grass plain we had our meals on. We found out we had beat Brook, our greatest rival, while we were down there. It was the most amazing dinner I had ever ate because of what had happened before it. We finished eating so fast that it was hard to even tell we HAD ate. We were all running back to the buses to get dressed for finals. The hopes were so high, that were going to state all you could hear were our chants. "Who's going to state? Clear Lake!" When we were heading to the field for the second time that day, you HAD to have been able to feel the excitment and determination from the stands. If you couldn't then you must of been dead. We put out on that field more than can be put to words. The band directors, the Dm's, DI's, everybody was absolutly sure we would make it. But then comes the depressing part. We watched all the other bands that had made finals and then the lady who announced the state finalist started to list the Four bands out of ten that made it. All of us were leaned forward so far on our chairs we may have well just fell out of them. But alas our name was not called. You would have to be blind to not see that as soon as we heard the last name wasnt ours the whole band sank down, heads fell and disappoinment set in. The walk back to our buses was the most depressing sight. Everybody was hugging eachother, some were sobbing. The bus ride back was dead quiet. To sad to talk we just all went to sleep. Not knowing what we could have done better, or what we did wrong.....there was just nothing to talk about. We got to the school. No one was talking still, most of them just dropped their uniforms off and then directly went home. And thats pretty much how it's been since then. Im looking forward to Monday though, since no one knows what we are going to do now, we all want to hear the band directors talk. And yea...thats pretty much it I guess. :/
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