Ah, the first competition. Always nerve racking. So i wrote a poem about it. rry if the format is weird. And yes, the second part is b bit...odd...but i did my best.
Tap.
A single drum click
breaks through your fear
Tap.
Breaking the barrier
Your show Is in.
Tap.
It tries to hide,
You try to focus.
Tap.
You try but fail,
To quell the madness.
Tap.
All around you,
Your fellow marchers.
Tap.
In the silence,
Your heart races
Tap.
The crowd is quiet
They watch with interest
Tap.
The pressure is on,
You are all they notice.
Tap.
As you pause
Your eyes meet their faces.
Tap.
They don't realize
You have seen them
Tap.
Oblivious,
They wait in patience
Tap.
To see if you
And your band can make it.
Tap.
The freshman's eyes
Are wide with worry
Tap.
The drum majors
Warn the band to hurry.
Tap.
The judges wait,
They grow impatient.
Tap.
The first competition
is always the longest.
Tap.
The end has come
You touch and close
Tap.
The drum click wavers,
As the band slows.
Tap.
The single snare
Who kept the tempo.
Tap.
Ends the entrance,
With one last stick-blow.
Tap,Tap, taptaptap, tap.