The last day. I couldn't believe it. It was the last day. It was also parent preview night. We get to show the parents how good we are. I pulled on the usual, shorts, t-shirt and sneakers. My skin now had a light tan from spending so much time out in the sun. I was always so pale in complexion, this is a good achievement. Today, Mrs. Foust came to pick me up and away we went.
I walked over to the low brass area and sat down. We'd all bring our uniforms tonight but right now, the room was just the way it was, small and full of chairs and stands. Bryan came and talked to me as I pulled out my baritone. We talked about the first few weeks of band camp and how we didn't hate it so much. To tell you the truth, I first started to loath Mr. Voigt and band camp. Now it was starting to wear off.
Like always, Casey came in and had to say something, which got Pottsy on this whole thing about us again. The day was like any day except full of drill and practicing. Oh, how I couldn't wait until this was over. I went home for supper and back to school with my uniform. Our black shoes didn't come in yet. They told us to bring in old shoes. What were they going to do? I had no clue yet. The whole hour was of dressing and we had got gloves and black socks. Soon they pulled out the black duct tape.
"Okay, line up to get your shoes duct taped," Mr. Voigt said.
I was glad I grabbed my old shoes that were a size to small. I was near the end of the line. I watched as people forgot to put on their socks and have to take the duct tape shoes off and try and put them back on. When I got up there, they were running out of duct tape. When my shoes were done, there was barely any white showing. Yeah, it might have helped if I didn't bring white shoes but it was all I had.
"Hurry up get a chicken and get turtled and get out there!" Mr. Voigt said.
Bryan ran up to me. "Do me, will you?"
I looked at him, shocked. "W-w-what?"
"Turtle me," he said and I heaved a sigh of relief.
I looked at the hook thing on the collars and figured out how to "do it". Soon he turtle me and we went for a "chicken". Somebody handed me a plume, as I later figure out what it was called and we ran out to the parking lot, all dressed up. Jess went through and made sure we were all turtled. All the girls' hair was up in hats, making us look like guys. I stood by Taren because she was my section.
"Everyone get in a circle!" Jess called and everyone ran over. Ben and her led the cheer.
"UP AND DOWN!" they called and everyone started jump up and down.
"UP AND DOWN!" Everyone yelled back. I followed, unsure.
"FRONT TO BACK!"
"FRONT TO BACK!"
"SIDE TO SIDE!"
"SIDE TO SIDE!"
"ALL AROUND!"
"ALL AROUND!"
Then everyone joined in at the last part: "LINE MOUNTAIN MARCHING EAGLES! WE"RE NUMBER ONE!"
Soon we were called to line up and we were led down to the field. I felt nervous when we went down. I looked to see where my family was. They were in the front row! We lined up to go on. As we went on, I felt like I had to pee. I was so nervous I was shaking. I didn't even know all the music! They told me to finger if I didn't know it. I tried to keep as stoic as possible but I probably looked like a deer in front of head lights. Then Jess started to conduct.
I tried to stay in step. I really did. I preformed as best as I could. Once it was done, my parents told me we did good. I saw even the football players came to watch. Well, we got to eat, which made me really happy. I found out after every marching band competition or football game, I was hungry and full of adrenaline. My mom had thought we had already recieved our shoes. Then, I showed her mine and she was surprised. Soon I went home to rest for the weekend and then come back next week to come to school.
A/N: Yeah I know this story is really short but this is only my first yearof marching band. I still have those duct tape shoes, although I could never get back in them...anyway R&R