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Please forgive me for not getting to this sooner:
Reminescense....
The thoughts of time flying by never occured to me while i was practicing marching band this past season, the only thoughts actually happening were: "Where do i go? What do i do next? Ami in time with the conductor?" The actual time i had to think was in the family time we were given with our section before each practice and performance. Man what a year it was. From the first steps onto the new field for band camp last July, to our first performance in tournament which was our first ever tournement held, to performing for the thousands at the Citrus college, i can remember the thoughts and emotions i went through. I dont know where to begin or where to end, perhaps that was the idea in unity, there was no one starting alone, and no one ending alone. The good times that were formed out on that field, band camp, night rehearsals, football shows, tournaments, and even off the field, all the drama unfolding, it all added up to another splendid year. I met new friends, gained a better understanding of life, and learned a heck of a lot more in being an example in the mere 6 months i wore a marching uniform. I remember the little rainy nights we had, the times of admiring a girl while we were setting positions, the times of chatting with my fellow trombonists, hell one of em being a Drum major made me feel proud. Those 5 months felt like a lifetime, and a split second, and stepping off the field felt like i was dieing, but in a happy way. I dont know how to fully summ up such a terrific year, but one word that has kept on my mind, through the pain of physical labor, through the sleepless nites adding up worth it, through the performance of unity, through the harmony of the music, through the climax of our show and the crowd standing up and yelling at the top of their lungs, that one word:
Beautiful
 project shadow1337 · Fri Dec 03, 2004 @ 01:55am · 3 Comments |
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