A/N: Yep, as you guessed it, I'm in band. And I love it. So, here's a story about a band, by a band kid, from the perspective of 10 band kids (and one guard kid).
Variations on a Theme
Baritone/Euphonium
I love band. I know, not what you'd expect to hear from 90% of low brass. But I'm part of that 10% that does. I love band. It's an escape. An escape from my sucktastic grades, my "we-expect-you-to-be-an-over-achiever" parents, those idiot football players. For concert band, I play trombone. For marching band, I march a euphonium, because we don't march trombones.
When band season is over, most people are so happy to have finished their first or final season. I, being a sophomore, am stuck in the middle with the juniors. My year was last year. I'm never happy when the season's over. The band is my family, my home. It's the only place I've ever fit in.
I love competitions. You know that thrill you get when leave the field after marching the best show of your life? That's what I love about it. That adrenaline rush. When I hear those drum taps, and we leave the field, it's the best feeling I've ever had. One pair of feet, moving together. One heart, beating in rhythm. One mind, thinking only of the music. It's amazing. Awards. Oh, the awards ceremonies. So anxious, so exhilarating, especially when we get something other than the usual third place.
I have two years left. After that, I'll probably end up putting away the old barely tone and tromboner. I prefer not to think about that.