Parent Preview

Yesterday was parent preview.  The band directors changed the program.  It used to be that premiere night was the last day of band camp, the middle school gave a concert, and the high school performed the show.  Yesterday, the middle school did a mini show, and we did our thing.

We had to be there at five o'clock.  Two hours early.  It was annoying to show up two hours early for pictures and warm ups.  The program drug on because the band directors had to talk, so the program lasted an hour.  One hour for a five and ten minute program.

The middle school went first, playing various songs from rock and roll history while standing still.  We were supposed to be supportive of them, cheering and clapping.  I remember being in middle school, and marching down to meet the high schoolers.  They acted all enthusiastic for us, which felt good.  It seems like it was just yesterday when I was one of them.

The performance went pretty well for the third official run through.  I was closer to making my favorite set.  When we were done, my mom, who doesn't know much about music said she could tell I wasn't playing, since I wasn't moving my fingers.  I told her that I'd make it look like I was playing when she got on the field too.  She also said that it looked like I knew where I was going.

I don't like the uniforms.  The collar feels weird because it covers your entire neck.  The jackets are annoying because they zip in the back, so you need someone to undo it for you.  You can't bend over in the pants because of the elastic sewn on the bottom of the pants.  Dinkles are the worst.  They're tight on your feet, and just get irritating.

I have the music 80% memorized, so I have to memorize a couple little sections, the last part, and know how many rests are in between.  I also have to work on keeping my feet to the beat and using the correct foot at the correct time.  And getting the music with the marching.