Note: I'm bored. Wrote this for English class yesterday - some kind of
memory poem thing. I was obsessing over it yesterday so much that it was
funny. I was like marching band is fun, but is it really, really, really,
really that cool??? Derek said yes like it was obvious, which kind of did
make me feel better ^_^ Him and one of my best friends Mandi are going
out! I'm so happy for them. Not that anyone would probably care . . .
Well, I actually own this, so yay! I love marching band ^_______________^
The Journey
They say it's always calmest before the storm . . .
We laid unaware of fluttering leaves, gliding in downward descent
It's quietest before the first single shot - marking eminence but quickly forgotten
The music swelled, flooding the atmosphere
Same power and pride drummed steadily in a surreptitious crescendo within us
Counting the seconds before they clapped evening gloves in simultaneous rhythm
There's no room for uncertainty on the field that demanded absolute perfection
Our sweat, tears, emotions, frustrations, happiness, determination had shaped this
Remembering the horrors of band camp, being able to smile back
All those times they had cried "reset" freezing in the blistering cold
Or perhaps even worse in the rays of a poisonous sun, red patching across skin
We were never alone throughout the journey
Lifelong friends clinging firmly to our sides, the ones we've grown to know all too well
And we perform like it's the end, mad skills prided
I gave everything I had, throwing myself into the spirit of the movement
The excitement of the unexpected, the adventure
Sheer amazement at the splendor surrounding
Violence, organized chaos, quickening breaths, steps, clashing together
Proving our strength, showing our hope, blissful and triumphant
A grueling June to October . . . and it was more than worth it
You wonder why - how insane are those people?
Standing out there, working so hard, the push-ups, fundamentals, everything
In the heat, in the rain, in the cold, giving up the prospect of having an actual life
And we respond with our demand and our desire
I desire . . .
To sell the show
To wow the crowd
I desire, to have the best, performance of - my whole life
The Journey
They say it's always calmest before the storm . . .
We laid unaware of fluttering leaves, gliding in downward descent
It's quietest before the first single shot - marking eminence but quickly forgotten
The music swelled, flooding the atmosphere
Same power and pride drummed steadily in a surreptitious crescendo within us
Counting the seconds before they clapped evening gloves in simultaneous rhythm
There's no room for uncertainty on the field that demanded absolute perfection
Our sweat, tears, emotions, frustrations, happiness, determination had shaped this
Remembering the horrors of band camp, being able to smile back
All those times they had cried "reset" freezing in the blistering cold
Or perhaps even worse in the rays of a poisonous sun, red patching across skin
We were never alone throughout the journey
Lifelong friends clinging firmly to our sides, the ones we've grown to know all too well
And we perform like it's the end, mad skills prided
I gave everything I had, throwing myself into the spirit of the movement
The excitement of the unexpected, the adventure
Sheer amazement at the splendor surrounding
Violence, organized chaos, quickening breaths, steps, clashing together
Proving our strength, showing our hope, blissful and triumphant
A grueling June to October . . . and it was more than worth it
You wonder why - how insane are those people?
Standing out there, working so hard, the push-ups, fundamentals, everything
In the heat, in the rain, in the cold, giving up the prospect of having an actual life
And we respond with our demand and our desire
I desire . . .
To sell the show
To wow the crowd
I desire, to have the best, performance of - my whole life