Author's Notes: Okay, this is MY song (I'm the one singing it, so it's from my point of view instead of the general one that has been for all the other chapters). Just so you know. This one is dedicated to the SCCC, which will be celebrating its 2 year founding…I love you guys! You flip my flops! –Your founder, General Minor Remi Solla
I am in my room, going over a drill and reflecting on this year and previous years, thinking of next year when I will be a senior, issues that bother me, amongst other band related things.
How did we get here,
How the hell
Flank left, close in on the center of the block
How did I get here,
How the hell
Home camp!
Rookie camp-freshman year
How can a group so large,
Be so tightly knit?
How can the audition results
Be so cruel?
Why are entire years spent
On the football fields of memories
When the days in the high school classrooms
Forever flicker in context with
The 3 years of songs that I have played
That's poetic
That's pathetic
Why did the leaders have to graduate
And Doc have to choose new ones
And some of them don't do squat
Which is why the band breaks down!
Why am I the witness,
And if I don't get Drum Major
There will be no role for me
And I'm alone