I won't be able to sing in church due to my sore voice. We screamed and yelled, spirited.
I decided to start a journal about marching band, so I can look back upon it at the end of the season, and see how far I've come. Then, I decided to start a blog because I'm not faithful in writing in a journal, and I need something different from a journal. So here's my blog about my marching band experiences.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
#piccproblems #noughsaid
I, along with many others the same year as I am, have experienced band burn out. After four seasons, I'm so done. Seven more practices. Hallelujah! I can't wait never to hear, "3,2,1, you're in, set." I'm tired of being pushed and pushed and pushed. The main guard director tried to give us a peptalk about can't vs. Won't because people have chose not to play. Well, if I make a sound on the piccolo, I'm so happy.
The piccolo section had a mini party at a local pizza restaurant. We laughed so much and had so much fun. As we attempted to eat the hot food, we had mishaps. One girl turned the french fries so that the cheese would wrap around, I plopped a big glop of cheese in my mouth as I can't bite. We made it a joke today to say #piccproblems #noughsaid That's because I'm better than you. I'll miss laughing and cheering with the band. I'll miss that and my friends. Other than that, I'm so done with band.
We rehearsed better than we usually have, although not disciplined at all compared to my first year.
We'll compete against two other bands, including one that beat us. We'll see.
Post performance:
It made me laugh that a judge stupidly decided to walk into the middle of our circle set that we slide across the field. That was the stupidest place he could have stood at that moment. He quickly ran out before we slid.
Because we performed towards the end of the night, the stands held more people. As we performed, I thought about how the audience understood and seemed to "get" our show as they clapped enthusiastically at our big moments. Our big wood passing diagonal looked like a good diagonal. Our company front was better than it was today. Overall, it was my best performance to date. I have tunnel vision and can only concentrate on how well I myself did.
I won't be able to sing in church due to my sore voice. We screamed and yelled, spirited.
We got last place. Ugh. Oh well. That was one of the best performances I could have done. A local band that has imrpoved a lot since last year won first. Frustrating, yes. Oh well.
I'll remember laughing with the piccolo section and cheering with band at award ceremonies.
I won't be able to sing in church due to my sore voice. We screamed and yelled, spirited.
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marching band competition,
piccolo,
rehearsal,
soak.it.up
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