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I really miss marching band so have this useless ramble

People who aren't in marching band will never understand. We're not just a bunch of freaks with instruments and props and flags.

We're a family.

We share our water bottled, our food. Our jackets. The color guard even shares blankets and makeup.

We practice just as hard as the other sports teams, if not harder.

My fondest memories come from marching band season. Laughing and crying over stupid things. Walking to Logan's Market during band camp. Annual water balloon fight. "Endless Plieing" during stretch videos. Taking naps in the Commons when we need to be working on the school song routine. Taylor walking around with a flag or streamers between her legs, saying it's her dick.

And the moment you step onto the field. You set your props down. "Is the band ready?"

All you can hear is your heartbeat. And the music. You put on your game face, your color guard smile, and get lost in the music.

Before you know it, you've finished your last song, adrenaline coursing through your veins as the crowd claps and cheers.

This is why I'm in marching band. And every moment band season is over is a moment I'm not living.

Marching band is a sport. We practice, we compete, and we have more trophies than the football team ever will.