Marching Band Observation Essay

I always wanted to be in marching band ever since I saw the Panther Marching Band halftime show when I was in 6th grade. It seemed easy enough; play your instrument and march around in different formations. At the time I thought, “How hard could it be?” Fast forward three years to my first pregame performance and my mindset changed dramatically. Minutes before the performance my attitude was, “Why did I sign up for this? What if I mess up? Are my gauntlets on the right way? Why are there so many people here?” To sum it up I was really nervous, and if I wasn’t nervous enough more and more people piled into the stadium as the football players warmed up. “You can do it Megan, it’s only an 11 minute performance.” The minutes spent waiting seemed

And I only messed up once,” I responded to her question. I don't know why I was nervous before the show because I actually enjoyed it a lot. I felt a rush of adrenaline because I was so excited after the first three minutes that I kept wanting to perform. The only bad thing, was that I was too far out during the one song so the formation looked off. But next time I will be sure not to do the same thing because I will learn from the mistake, so I guess it's good that I messed up.
“Wow great job! See I knew you wouldn't do bad!”
“You're right, Lizzy. And I'm kinda glad that messed up, because I can learn from my mistake and I won't don't it next time. It's almost like...trying your best is better than being perfect!” I told her. Adults always said “trying your best is better than being perfect” but I never actually came in counter with it till now, and I'm glad I did. Now I won't put so much pressure on myself.
“Exactly Megan,” Lizzy responded, “now come on, let go change out of these sweaty hats.”
“Sounds good to me!” And with that I learned that everyone makes mistakes and mistakes make us better. Now I can look forward to the rest of the marching games without panicking before every