"Make Everyone Else Look Unexperienced"

Okay, so I'm a couple days behind on my blogging.  I wrote this on Friday.

I'm not going to have time to blog tomorrow.  It's our first ever home show, so there won't be any bus ride.  In my mind, it's almost not like a competition because we'll be exhibition.  My band director said that this is a really important score because it's out last score before championships.  We'll be classified by ability for championships.  Our score right now is pretty low, not because of our merit, but because our last competition was a low scoring show.

It's the last game of the regular season.  We've lost once, but apparently, that game was in the preseason.  That means play off games.  I have mixed feelings.  I like having school pride when we win.  I don't really want to go. I'm going to be busy on Fridays until 5 or so, so i'll have to run home, eat, shower, dry my hair, and go to the game.  My director said the play off games are required.

Post Competition:
That run was my best show: ever.  I tried to exaggerate my dynamics, and my style was pretty good.  I made one error.  I thought we were one set ahead of where we were at that point.  The general feeling from the band was that it was an awesome show.  Guard, not so much.  We got about an 89.  Our biggest local competition got a 92.4.

It was phenomenal to hear the roar of the crowds as we marched on.  They were more attentive since we were the home band.  They clapped like crazy at our moments.  It was great.  I hope we do a home show again next year.  We ran between the stands and the school many times.

The directors were pushing us hard.  Even in our warm up time, they made us rehearse.  There weren't any other competing bands, so we had the parking lot to ourselves.  They pushed us hard all day.

On the ride home, my mom said something along the lines of how she thinks I'll do band next year.  That's ironic, since she said last year that she didn't think I'd do it this year.  My dad doesn't want me to join, but he's not going to prohibit me either.

P.S. The quote was something said by a tough guard instructor to the guard that stuck with me.