[Toy is not my high school's name...it's a sub for it.]
[oh, and the music doesn't really go daaaaa]
[and the announcer doesn't go blah]
[and I'll shut up.]
*
"blah blah blah....Spirit of Toy Band and Pageantry...blah blah blah...The Judges are Ready."
"Daaaaaaaaaaaa~" A long tone of a single note from all the band...then the trumpet solo.
Slide left.
Toes up.
Don't bounce.
Play smoothly.
Keep the angle parallel.
Look up at the judges...
"Da da, da da, dala dalala lalalalala...."
Uh-oh. Here comes the cut time section.
Slide left, march backward.
Stop. Slide right, march backward, turning point.
Watch for the curve!
And....CRASH!!!
Man...that competition was the horriblest (if there is such word). I crashed into the clarinets at one point of the curve of which I was in which was close to the other curve. But we continued, finished the 1^st song, and 3 others. After my high school's fieldshow ended, I ran to the bus to change...gosh...I knew I was bright red and glad it was dark. I couldn't bear to face any other band members...
"Ohmigosh, I almost lost my balance!"
"Agggh! I did so horrible tonight!"
"Woo...What a sight we were."
"It can't have been as horrible as what I did." I added in with a glum face.
*
I finished changing, put my marching band uniform with its hat, gloves, and plume away too. But when I got to my dresser thing to put away my stuff, I noticed one of my black gloves were missing.
"OH MAN! It couldn't get worse!..."
So I got a flashlight from one of the parents and started looking for it.
Some band people saw me with the flashlight.
"Hey, she's smart to have a flashlight in the dark here."
"I lost my glove..."
They cracked up. Haha, yeah, funneeee.
*
I found it, with a clarinet's help of telling me that one of the parents found it. I put my glove back in the smelly hat box and went back in the bus. I got my bag and went to stand at attention with the other bandos and stood by my friend.
A diff clarinet talked to me, "Don't kill yourself like that!"
What? I didn't know what he was talking about, until I remembered about the crash.
"Oh shut up..."
I don't feel like writing more...finish next time.
[oh, and the music doesn't really go daaaaa]
[and the announcer doesn't go blah]
[and I'll shut up.]
*
"blah blah blah....Spirit of Toy Band and Pageantry...blah blah blah...The Judges are Ready."
"Daaaaaaaaaaaa~" A long tone of a single note from all the band...then the trumpet solo.
Slide left.
Toes up.
Don't bounce.
Play smoothly.
Keep the angle parallel.
Look up at the judges...
"Da da, da da, dala dalala lalalalala...."
Uh-oh. Here comes the cut time section.
Slide left, march backward.
Stop. Slide right, march backward, turning point.
Watch for the curve!
And....CRASH!!!
Man...that competition was the horriblest (if there is such word). I crashed into the clarinets at one point of the curve of which I was in which was close to the other curve. But we continued, finished the 1^st song, and 3 others. After my high school's fieldshow ended, I ran to the bus to change...gosh...I knew I was bright red and glad it was dark. I couldn't bear to face any other band members...
"Ohmigosh, I almost lost my balance!"
"Agggh! I did so horrible tonight!"
"Woo...What a sight we were."
"It can't have been as horrible as what I did." I added in with a glum face.
*
I finished changing, put my marching band uniform with its hat, gloves, and plume away too. But when I got to my dresser thing to put away my stuff, I noticed one of my black gloves were missing.
"OH MAN! It couldn't get worse!..."
So I got a flashlight from one of the parents and started looking for it.
Some band people saw me with the flashlight.
"Hey, she's smart to have a flashlight in the dark here."
"I lost my glove..."
They cracked up. Haha, yeah, funneeee.
*
I found it, with a clarinet's help of telling me that one of the parents found it. I put my glove back in the smelly hat box and went back in the bus. I got my bag and went to stand at attention with the other bandos and stood by my friend.
A diff clarinet talked to me, "Don't kill yourself like that!"
What? I didn't know what he was talking about, until I remembered about the crash.
"Oh shut up..."
I don't feel like writing more...finish next time.