Author's Note: In the midst of a new season, I remarkably find myself reflecting on last year's and the boredom that I felt at its end. So, I decided to write a song fic to tell you about how I felt after last season (my freshman season) ended. You can probably relate. Written to the tune of Fantine's "I Dreamed a Dream" from the Les Miserables musical, which my school performed last year.
I Marched a Show
I marched a show in days gone by
When hope was high and band worth living
I dreamed our songs would never die
I dreamed that judges were forgiving.
Then I was new and unafraid
And sets were made and used and wasted
There was no drillwriter to be paid
No song unplayed, no practice wasted.
But the judges come at comps
With their comments soft as triple forte
As they tear your songs apart
As they turn your show to shaa-aa-aa-aa-aame!
I spent a season in the band
It filled my days with endless music
I watched the show go through its plan
But it was gone when winter came.
And still I march it in my dreams
I can't believe it's gone forever
But I know this dream just cannot be
The band will just move on together.
I was so scared that show would be
Too difficult for me to march it
And then once it seemed not so hard
The off-season went and killed the show I marched.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. Some parts were serious, others just for laughs. I tried to keep with the same theme, but I think I lost it toward the end. Anyway, R&R. Oh yeah, the reason I said "and band worth living" is because concert band in the spring royally sucks compared to marching season. Thanks for reading.