It all came down to this. All of the long hours of hard work, all leading up to this one final practice. Next Saturday the Liberty High School Marching Band would be competing at the FootHill Band Review and every member had to give it their all if we wanted to have a successful practice. It was a brisk October night, the leaves on the trees were turning a beautiful auburn, and the sun disappearing into a golden sea behind Mount Diablo. As we got into our formation in the parking, I felt the brass slowly turning my hands numb as I held my trumpet. The Drum Major called us to attention, executed his whistle command to start the song, and we began the march down to the football field. As we were marching down all I could hear was Ms. Hurst, my band director’s, voice in my head. “Remember to roll step, straighten your shoulders, march in a straight line, be proud” was all I could hear. It wasn't until we finally arrived at the field that I realized her voice was no longer in my head. “What do you mean you aren’t going to be here for the parade!”, a short, lean, older women with bouncy honey colored curls said with a stern voice that echoed throughout the whole band. The worst thing you could do was tell our band director that you aren't going to be able to participate in a performance. “Sydney!”, she exclaimed, motioning to me, “take Gabe’s spot” …show more content…
They were just like any other normal day. Once Friday night came around though the pit in my stomach made a reappearance. I was so nervous thinking about the next day that i hardly got any sleep. I woke up the next morning when it was still dark out and once I got the band room the sun was just barely peaking out of the peach colored sky. I silently put on my uniform, packed up my instrument, and walked out to the bus, waiting to board it. I spent the next long hour sitting on the bus in silence. Finally, one of my friends realized I wasn't acting like
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It was six o 'clock at the Friendswood junior high mustang field I was playing strong safety and I had to cover the extra receiver they brought out by the snap I was already beating my man and the next thing I know the ball was sailing my way straight to me. I am 13 years old and I am on the Friendswood junior high C-football team I am a second string slot receiver and starting strong safety
On a hot game day in Athens Georgia where is the most likely place you can find Carine? Marching with the Redcoat band of course! Throughout High School my dream was to one-day march with the famous Redcoat Band. All I wanted was to wear the striking black hat with the arches and proudly display the Georgia G on my back.
Hello. So this is gonna be a really honest talk. This year 's been miserable for us for this entire year. We 've done our best to hold this group back, we 've had crappy attitudes, we 've done everyrthing incorrectly. And I 'm generalising, it 's not everyone.
To the average person, the high school marching band is nothing more than a bunch of geeks that play during half time at the football games or monopolize the benches by the band hall, but to me, it is so much more. To me it is a family, a safe haven, a creative outlet, a home. I have been involved in marching band for three years, going on four, and I wouldn 't trade the experience for anything. When I entered high school as a scared and awkward freshman, I immediately had three hundred people that I could rely on. The program quickly became like a second home to me and opened up a whole new path in my life.
The deafening roar from the crowd filled my ears, as it had done so many times before. I reached down, picked up my ear pieces lying across my shoulders, and placed one in each ear. As the stagehand passed me the mic, my pulse quickened. Standing on the platform beneath the stage, waiting for it to rise, my shoulders tightened. Fourteen years, performing on stages around the world hadn't banished my pre-show jitters.
It was the moment I had been practicing for. I was finally going to try out for my middle school cheer team and hopefully make it. I was so excited I could barely focus on my classes that day. I had run through all of the steps at least 50 times that day. I had always wanted to do cheerleading and this was my moment to do it.
Welcome to marching band! I hope you are ready for the upcoming competition season and Friday night Football games; especially the half time show. It's normal to feel nervous before the show, but once you’re out there and the crowd is cheering your butterflies will go away. Before every game I think that I'm at practice with my friends in my head to help with the butterflies. I was nervous my very first time on the field, but after a while I got used to it and it was really fun to perform.
EXODUS 31:16-17 “”The Israelites must observe the Sabbath, celebrating it throughout their generations as a perpetual covenant. It is a sign forever between Me and the Israelites, for in six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, but on the seventh day He rested and was refreshed.””. Because God rested, so must I in favor of respecting His actions. The Sabbath is a covenant with God. By accepting this covenant with God, I am sustaining my harmony with God.
For some, spending four hours rigorously practicing in the blazing hot sun would be a complete nightmare. However, for marching band, it is completely normal to obsess over the same routine in any condition; for hours non-stop. Sounds insane right! Neverless, now that I look back at the seemingly torture we endured hours after school, I realize that most of us didn’t even come for band. We came because we genuinely enjoyed each other's company.
I have always been a particularly musical person. When I was younger, I wanted to become a singer when I grew up, but upon joining the choir in elementary I realized I did not have the talent for singing that I thought I had. Continually singing off key and never sounding as good as my peers did, I decided to confine myself to singing at home where only my family could hear me. Despite this revelation that I was, in fact, a terrible singer, I still wanted to participate in some type of musical performance and decided to join the band in middle school. After trying out various different instruments, I settled on the flute and quickly fell in love.
Did you know that marching band members spend so much time putting drill on the field for an entire summer break?The Friday nights, and Saturday afternoons we spend on a football field? The energy, sweat, and pride we put onto a football field or parking lot? All this, but unfortunately, marching band is still known for an “elective”.
A big, yellow Calhoun County School bus pulled up at the back of Ashville High School, and a swarm of students in black bibbers and band shoes began to file off. They scrambled around searching for the trailer filled with all of their instruments, and once they retrieved their instruments, the parking lot came alive with music and a slur of conversations. I was one of twelve girls stowed away in the back of the bus. We were applying our performance make-up, touching up our hair, and making sure our uniforms were tied tight enough to stay in place as we danced around the football field later that night. Once we finished our pregame preparations, we retrieved our flags and props and joined the rest of the band to get ready to march into the
Easy to encounter, not so easy to overcome, failures claw at hopes and successes. They bring down those who are weak enough to let them in. They strengthen those that can get past them. I got past one that almost ruined my chances for new opportunities.
It was awesome when my sister’s cheer team Synergy got first place at her cheer competition and won a trip to Orlando, Florida. Then we went to The Mall of America and went to the amusement park and road rides. Then later we went to dinner with all the girls on the cheer team at Dicks Last Resort, i would recommend going here if you're ever at The Mall of America. For the reasons above this trip to The Mall of America was totally amazing.