((Woot! I have a title for my series now!! There's going to be about 4
books in it so far and counting. The series is now called "The Music the
Moment You Want It". I got that from this thing my band director had up all
over the school to 'inspire' us for championships this year. Is that a good
series title?
And this chapter is going to be pretty short))
The rest of the season, surprisingly, only got better and better. At regionals, we took a good second against I think 5 other bands. Regionals were at a local school surprisingly. . . usually they liked to take us to strange and far off places for our competitions.
The next competition we had was just a random one, not anything special. We came out there with a good second, as well as this time a best music and best marching. Mr. Piquano was very pleased with that one because we got some special awards.
My ever present goal to somehow get rid of my tickets really didn't work. My mom couldn't withdraw the flight and get the money back, so eventually I had to face the facts. . . there was no way I was going to get out of this, as hard as I would try. For now, all I could do was hold my head up high and march in formation with the rest. I did at least try to keep up my colorguard skills, after we finished the first song and I took my place behind the sideline. I had my weightless banana flag with me (I called it the 'banana flag' because the colors looked like a banana-shades of yellow), and whenever I stood behind the sideline I'd try and make up work to some random song. I think I still even remember some of the routine I made to this one song, a routine I made for Mrs. Loren. Fat chance I'd ever actually perform it for her, though.
Mrs. Loren supported me throughout the season. She inspired me, she gave me the strength to stay and hold my head up and march with the rest. And for that I'd always thank her.
Over the months we also got a second instructor. Her name was Diana, and she was a college student who happened to be really good at colorguard. Mrs. Loren had told us all that she had been doing guard for a very long time, and had came to help us. She made up parts of our show. . . and when she did that I was actually kind of glad I wasn't there. I attempted to learn the work she made, but I had no idea how to do it and was glad I didn't have to.
I'd have to say I really didn't like Diana all that much. She seemed kind of rough, and she moved very fast through the work she taught. She was very distant with me, but that was probably because I was hardly there to know her and to know the work. But Mrs. Loren was still our main instructor, and thankfully, nothing could change that.
So the months went on, the practices and games went on, and we got many seconds at our competitions. But the time was fast approaching. . . the time where I'd go to my last competition of this season. . . my first season.
((Yep, that ~was~ really short))
The rest of the season, surprisingly, only got better and better. At regionals, we took a good second against I think 5 other bands. Regionals were at a local school surprisingly. . . usually they liked to take us to strange and far off places for our competitions.
The next competition we had was just a random one, not anything special. We came out there with a good second, as well as this time a best music and best marching. Mr. Piquano was very pleased with that one because we got some special awards.
My ever present goal to somehow get rid of my tickets really didn't work. My mom couldn't withdraw the flight and get the money back, so eventually I had to face the facts. . . there was no way I was going to get out of this, as hard as I would try. For now, all I could do was hold my head up high and march in formation with the rest. I did at least try to keep up my colorguard skills, after we finished the first song and I took my place behind the sideline. I had my weightless banana flag with me (I called it the 'banana flag' because the colors looked like a banana-shades of yellow), and whenever I stood behind the sideline I'd try and make up work to some random song. I think I still even remember some of the routine I made to this one song, a routine I made for Mrs. Loren. Fat chance I'd ever actually perform it for her, though.
Mrs. Loren supported me throughout the season. She inspired me, she gave me the strength to stay and hold my head up and march with the rest. And for that I'd always thank her.
Over the months we also got a second instructor. Her name was Diana, and she was a college student who happened to be really good at colorguard. Mrs. Loren had told us all that she had been doing guard for a very long time, and had came to help us. She made up parts of our show. . . and when she did that I was actually kind of glad I wasn't there. I attempted to learn the work she made, but I had no idea how to do it and was glad I didn't have to.
I'd have to say I really didn't like Diana all that much. She seemed kind of rough, and she moved very fast through the work she taught. She was very distant with me, but that was probably because I was hardly there to know her and to know the work. But Mrs. Loren was still our main instructor, and thankfully, nothing could change that.
So the months went on, the practices and games went on, and we got many seconds at our competitions. But the time was fast approaching. . . the time where I'd go to my last competition of this season. . . my first season.
((Yep, that ~was~ really short))