So, a few things have happened.
*I can play and march a bit. I play and march the easier sets where I have the music memorized. I think I can march and play about 50% of all of the show we've learned.
*My band director singled me out to play a G flat in a higher octave. Not our music section leader or the freshman piccolo player. He wants it because it kind of adds an "eww" factor, and it's during the battle movement. I can get it out and play it for the duration, and I'm a loud player, so it will be heard. I just hope it's an easy set so I can play it.
*Freshman have been telling me what to do. I'm in the front of a line, and everyone else behind me have been trying to help me. They've told me to move to the left to be splitting, to be consistent to be easier for them, and other things like that. It's kind of annoying. I know they're just trying to help, but it's kind of annoying being told what to do by a freshman. By the end of the season, the freshmen will probably be better marchers than me. I need to get help from my marching band mentor so I can become better at taking bigger steps backwards.
*We learned most of the ballad. I know it, but I just need to get better at dressing and stuff.
*One frustrating thing about marching band is balancing it with work. We don't have band on Monday, but we were supposed to. So I'm working 9-1. If my director adds any competitions, I'm stuck. I can't get out of work. My school has block scheduling, and I have three core classes during marching band season. I'll manage. Somehow.
*One of the biggest things about marching band is you have to make it fun. Lately, it seemed as if the days had drug. Today, I felt as if I had a lot of energy and I had the glass is half full attitude. It made the day go a little faster.
Ironic Things:
*When people's appendages are suddenly cut off, they sometimes have phantom pains. I read this article about one person who felt their phone vibrating, but it wasn't. I could have sworn I heard the metronome going not during rehearsal.
*Our drum majors call us to attention for anything. Yesterday, they called us to attention while we were in the pool to tell us that the pizza was there.
I hope that's it. My mom's trying to kick me off the computer.
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