Marching Band Moment

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The sound of the bus’ engine was the only thing I could hear. The constant bumping of my head as I tried to fall asleep. With my music on blast, I knew there was still more time, until someone yelled, “We’re here!” The smell of my uniform charged at my nose, the smell so strong it reminded me of the dead animals I find on the side of the road. Uniform zipped up and ready, I head out of the bus and head toward the voices of my colleagues. I headed toward our storage truck, our footsteps roaring with all the silence around us. With our uniforms, we look like a wave gliding across the sea. As everyone unload their trailer, I set my case down and open it with rush. I look down to see the gold and silver, as it reflects the shining sun. I pieced it together and walked to a small open field with my group. We set up our normal warm-up block, the plumes on our heads making it look as if we had giant blue birds resting on them. Warm up begins, and our sound has a combination of a tone with passion and a hint of fierce hiding inside it. Before we knew it, our time is done. We head out to prepare for competition, everyone all excited, all except me. I just looked down at my instrument, thinking of how the year has gone by so fast. My heart beat fast, and hard, as we got closer and closer to this small town field. The band stands still as a statue, as they hear their band name get called to the field. I knew it was time, I knew what he worked hard for will pay off with this show. We take the field and get set, the awkward silence disturbed by the sound of the roaring wind. I tried my best to stand still, the cold metal of my instrument freezing the tips of my delicate fingers. I hear the name of our marching band one more time, and watch as our drum major gives off the first beats. His arms swinging smoothly as a birds’ wings. I close my eyes, and set my mind to focus, listening

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