It was our second game.
We all had our fun, dancing to cadences and yelling things that the cheerleaders didn't understand.
Friday nights are the pinnacle of the week, where school is in the past (or so we wish), and a double rainbow is in view.
When we are out of the stands and now in the grass, that's when everything gets serious.
With that bright feeling of fun all behind, we stand with pride yet nervousness.
We go on the side to warm up, unsure what to feel.
Chests seem to get tighter and a weight is now put on our shoulders.
We stand taller to get rid of that feeling but our shaking still continues.
I call that dying.
I call that living.
I confront that nervousness and get comfortable with it.
Turning that fear into excitement of what's to come.
I trust my technique and practice.
With all the bright feeling of fun gone, I now have a fire in my chest stronger than ever.
Done practicing, we go onto the field, waiting for our turn as the dance team goes.
This is the pinnacle of the Friday, where I decided if it's been a good week or not.
I march onto the field and lived life to fortissimo.
This was our second performance.
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When I was writing this, I was trying to recall how I felt a few days ago. When thinking about it my head, I relived the moment and was shaking for a moment for I was nervous on something that already passed.
This chapter was on a moment on how I feel walking onto the field. On Friday at this moment, I was thinking, "oh dear I'm scared. Oh dear these are the moments I live for. Months from now, I might not remember this exact day, but I will remember this feeling, at least, I hope so."
QUESTION FOR YOU GUYS:
How's your school year going? How's life? How's your marching band so far if you are in one?
My answer:
Eh. Eh. Great! We got movement one down and our props are almost done. We are going to start ballad this week. And the freshman this year (at least in the flute section) are pretty good. I see a bright future for the flutes.
ADIOS! SEE U NEXT CHAPTER.
