On Friday, we had a football game. It was far away. We had to travel forty five minutes to get to the game. It was in the middle of a city, and there was a rail road line right next to the field. At least three trains rumbles through during the game. The bus rides up and down were lonely. The person I usually sit with sat behind me, with someone else. On the way back, people actually thought I was asleep. We got back around 11:20. I just flopped in bed.
Our show went pretty well. Our drum major won fair queen, so we had our band director conduct. When I turned around, I almost did a double take when I saw him on the podium instead of the drum major. At their school, they have the home stands right in front of a brick wall, that had a church or something behind it.
One of our director's parents, who's a marching band judge or something gave us a pep talk. He said that "We have to book written, we just have to sell it." We have to have confidence the second we step on the field. Apparently, we looked unsure of ourselves in the first movement, and we looked more confident in the second and third.
The other band's fight song is the same as ours. They really over played "Seven Nation Army." I said that they should make that song their fight song. One of the clowns in the band told the band director that we should play it back. Only some instruments had the music, so I turned around to a clarinet player who had perfect pitch to help me figure out the notes.
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