Let's Do This

Those Rainy Days

Just another Friday football game, but with a slight difference. Rain.

And did that affect us?

Heck yeah it did. It was the most memorable football game we had.

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Interesting performance... Let's just say at one set, a line of 6 freshman flutes were about 8 steps away from the form and went in front of the mirror prop when we were supposed to be 4 steps behind it.

I blame myself for it. I was the one leading the line. This is one of my biggest regrets, and was constantly my biggest fear.

If I did that at a competition, half the band would've been pissed at me. The thing is, I'm the only person who is blaming me. The people who depended on me to make that set correct blame themselves. They depend on me cause they have to be in the form, and I screwed it up.

We just ended the show and a slight rain sprinkled on top of us. I welcomed the cool rain, but still hid my flute from it, not wanting the pads to be damaged.

The rain fell harder, but I didn't feel the rain thumping on us until we were back in the stands.

"Woodwinds, instrument in cases," the band director said as we stampeded to our cases. I almost slipped on the way, but I made it to my case. I clumsily put my flute in the case and grabbed the poncho that was left for us. Once I had it on, I slipped my hat into its hatbox.

I sat down one the wet seats wondering how the rest of the game will end up like.

It was dark outside, can't even see the moon with the dark clouds covering it up. Thank goodness it wasn't cold, or we all have gotten sick by now, although it was windy. I sat between Niko and Nate, since that we had to sit in order according to our number we were given in August camp (I'm #15).

Dut. Dut. Dut...

The sound of the snare filled my ears. Loudly, the drumline starts to play our favorite cadence. The lyrics we gave the cadence is yelled across the band.

Meet me in the band room.

It's going down

Meet me in the practice room.

It's going down.

Meet me in the ensemble room.

It's going down.

Anywhere you meet me,

I guarantee it's going down.

And so on and so on. Then there would be a snare solo part in the cadence where two sections would have a dance battle.

Let's just say, it gets intense.

And with this rain, it felt awesome. My huge mistake felt lifted off my shoulders, and I was distracted by all the hype going around me. Not a single person was down or sad in this rain, and it feels great seeing everyone happy.

The game would go on until there was thunder, and the thunder never came. The game went on, and the rain fell harder. Our school scored a touchdown. The band yelled like how we always did when we scored a touchdown.

"Fight song!" The drum major said through the speaker. The woodwinds looked at each other and smiled.

"Dut. Dut...Dut! Dut! Dut!" We yelled all in unison.

If there was any way to describe how loud it was... Just think of a trumpet competition who can play the highest with 100 of them playing at once.

Yes. I agree we acted immature and didn't hold the reputation of the band well for this one game, but you gotta admit; you either can cry in the rain or sing in it.

We, the woodwinds, sang loudly while the brass kept playing. I looked down at the band directors, and saw them looking up at us with a smile on their face. I couldn't help but smile a bit too.

We were trained to sing on the syllable "Do" and that what we did, but we lost every ounce of professionalism while we did so. We danced though out the whole song, and held up an invisible instrument also.

It ended with, "Dooooooo! Do do do do do dooooooooo! Slam down!" We yelled with all the force we got and either scared or annoyed the nonband kids who were around.

Probably both.

The game ended, and we won once again.

The bus ride back to school was filled with uncomfortable wet uniforms, but only whispers being heard.

I slept the whole time and held my semi-wet flute case close to my body, while Josh and I used each other's as pillows once again.

I think both of us friendzoned each other.

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What a weird ending... But that is what I remember from that particular football game.

One of the best football games we had. -sniffle sniffle-