Earlier that day I had eaten. I had done everything our instructors
had told us to do but I didn't feel good. I knew something was going
to happen.
As we got on the buses to go to ford field I couldn't have believed
that we were going to states. I'm a 18 year old boy. Brown boyish
hair, crystal blue eyes that truly were blue when I wore blue and
stood in the sunlight. I once was told that it looked like my eyes
were glowing blue. I wasn't the drum major but I got part of the fun.
The drum major and myself would go out on the field first high
stepping. Then it was her job to give me three short whistles then
would start to play buglers dream. As the band came out they would ar
up behind us, slowly all starting to play. Then once everyone was on
the field we would hear three whistles and blast one last note after
the third whistle. We would go out to the opening set. Then we would
hear a tap tap one two three four. That would be our horns up signal.
Then with four bars from the pit I would start a solo.
"Jim? Jim? Jim?" My Buddie started yelling.
Popping out of my thought I turned to Tristion."What?" I asked
gingerly. There's something everyone knows about Tristion so I'll let
you in on the secret. Two years ago I switched to trumpet. Well
everyone in the saxophone section started to pick on him. I was the
saxophone idiot and now that I left they were going to pick on him.
Not more than three months later he asked me to teach him trumpet. I
asked why and he said that he missed playing with me. So I taught him
trumpet. Not more than a week later someone told him no. I happened to
be in that class. He asked to go to the bathroom and he wasn't more
that a step outside the door when he broke down crying. I looked at
the teacher and she nodded. I bet you can see why I am careful with him.