About 1:30 P.M. Saturday
I'm sitting on a bus right now on the way to a competition. Today's rehearsal actually went well. It was only for an hour, so it wasn't as bad. I made one of my sets that I hadn't made before, so the upperclassman clarinet that's behind me was extremely happy. She's been working with me on various things, like making that set. Just squat and run in time and step up on my tip toes.
The directors changed my fun set so that and the sax behind me and I are bumped back. It makes my life so much easier. I felt pretty confident about the show. Our directors are constantly telling us to make this run better than the one before it. I needed to focus on the hard sets, and the third part.
It can be really frustrating sometimes. The directors changed a set in the closer. It’s farther away from my next set.
This show, I have a lot of small sets and regular ones.
About two hours later...
I'm sitting on a bus AGAIN. We got first place at our first competition, beating our old score by two points. It was out of two bands, but nevertheless, it was first place. We also got the high auxiliary (color guard) award. The band next to us got every other special award
.
It was our best run through so far. There are still a few minor details I need to solidify. Our band director gave us high fives as we marched off the field, something he had never done before.
An Hour Later...
We're on our way to the next competition. The one we were just at wasn't a very big competition. The next one is bigger, but it's a different circuit.
Our performance over all was pretty good. Our director said that he could feel our presence, and he didn't feel the need to think, "Oh please let this happen, or please let this happen..." The first competition was a better performance for me. I need to check some details, like how many counts certain sets are, and things like that.
We ended up getting first place, and high auxiliary. The color guard is probably ecstatic. They've gotten the award every time it's been awarded. I bet there are other bands that are mad because we're not in this circuit, and here we come, getting first place. There were only four bands in our division, but who cares, we got first.
I'm sitting on a bus right now on the way to a competition. Today's rehearsal actually went well. It was only for an hour, so it wasn't as bad. I made one of my sets that I hadn't made before, so the upperclassman clarinet that's behind me was extremely happy. She's been working with me on various things, like making that set. Just squat and run in time and step up on my tip toes.
The directors changed my fun set so that and the sax behind me and I are bumped back. It makes my life so much easier. I felt pretty confident about the show. Our directors are constantly telling us to make this run better than the one before it. I needed to focus on the hard sets, and the third part.
It can be really frustrating sometimes. The directors changed a set in the closer. It’s farther away from my next set.
This show, I have a lot of small sets and regular ones.
About two hours later...
I'm sitting on a bus AGAIN. We got first place at our first competition, beating our old score by two points. It was out of two bands, but nevertheless, it was first place. We also got the high auxiliary (color guard) award. The band next to us got every other special award
.
It was our best run through so far. There are still a few minor details I need to solidify. Our band director gave us high fives as we marched off the field, something he had never done before.
An Hour Later...
We're on our way to the next competition. The one we were just at wasn't a very big competition. The next one is bigger, but it's a different circuit.
Our performance over all was pretty good. Our director said that he could feel our presence, and he didn't feel the need to think, "Oh please let this happen, or please let this happen..." The first competition was a better performance for me. I need to check some details, like how many counts certain sets are, and things like that.
We ended up getting first place, and high auxiliary. The color guard is probably ecstatic. They've gotten the award every time it's been awarded. I bet there are other bands that are mad because we're not in this circuit, and here we come, getting first place. There were only four bands in our division, but who cares, we got first.
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