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Today was an amazing day. It was the amazing ms. chole's birthday, and party. It was definatly alot more fun then anticipated. She is honestly the world to me. And i love her to death. i really cant even explain it. The party was alot of fun. good people, food, music and dancing. definatly alot of fun. Happy birthday beautiful. i love you... forever.
So,
last night i remembered why i joined band in the first place.
i remember my first 2 years of high school thinking nothing at all of marching band. Hardly acknowledging it's existance.
But then last year it hit me.
I have always had a definate respect, and love for music, and for those who create it.
And i realized that i wanted to do it.
I had given it a try in 5th grade, playing alto sax, but gave up on it because i wanted to play the drums.
and i never really got around to playing percussion in school band.
so up untill like the very end of my sophmore year, i hadnt played anything, except for bass guitar, which hardly counts.
So then for some reason, i decided to try the whole band thing again.
So i went and talked to mr. kershaw, and he said, "heres a tuba, this is how to play it" and he showed me.
apparently i cought on quick.
But then i realized that i was joining band for all the wrong reasons this time...(a girl)...(my girl)
So then i gave it up again.
At the begining of my junior year, i went and apoligized to mr.kershaw for quitting and talked to him about playing percussion and getting lessons from him.
So we did.
And then it was october of my junior year.
It was the homecoming football game.
It was halftime.
So i decided to watch the crowning of the queen junk that west deptford does.
But during halftime, there was something else.
There was a sudden army of green, black, and white, marching across the back of the field.
it was amazing.
The band took the field and it was the first time i realized what it was about.
I watched, and was honestly amazed.
I know, amazed by a marching band = lame. whatevs.
I watched the whole thing and thought, "i want to do this."
But the season already started, so it was to late to join the "masters of melody" tour.
But from then on, i was at every football game, not for the game or for the friends, but for the halftime show.
I went to every competition, wishing and waiting for next years season to come around.
I had it all planned, i would be on the drumline, not really caring what i was playing, but being happy that i was playing a drum.
So after the season, i continued getting lessons from kershaw, and went to boston and played percussion at graduation and such.
And then it was the end of the year. Which ment time for parades.
I was put on the biggest bass drum that the band has.
It was amazing. maybe not fun, but amazing.
But then of course i realized with the colitis factor that i would not be able to play any kind of marching drum for the season.
I didnt want to do pit becaue, well i need to be moving.
there were like 5 blanks at this point on the field, one of which was a trumpet blank.
i decided to try and fill it.
kershaw said no, but gave me the tuba again.
and so i played it.
and learned it all summer.
and then there was day camp, and band camp, and all that stuff, but you know how that works.
by the time i knew it, it was yesterday.
the day of our first performance.
I was nervous at first, especially after a shaky run through at rehersal.
but then we arched up for a run through just a bit before we were scheduled to go on.
And for the first time i felt like a part of something with definate potential.
It was beyond words.
and that was just the arched up warm up run through.
Then we found out we'd be playing in the gym and not marching our show at all.
Whateves.
As we marched into the gym, packed with people, we recieved our first real applause of the season.
it felt so good.
And then we played.
And we played, like i have never heared any band ever play before.
This is when i realized why i was in this.
this was what i wanted since 5th grade.
people to listen to the music that me and 80 of my friends(mostly) are creating, and be completly amazed, and to cheer, and smile and feel the music.
But it got better.
After, we decided to continueour amazing night, by having an encore performance, on the field, marching our show.
Alot of people stayed to watch, and again... amazing.
I have never seen our staff that excited before, not even all last season.
It was truely beyond words.
And that feeling, of knowing that this show, and this season are going to be huge, and knowing that this show can move people, and really make them listen, and excited and sad and happy all at the same time, that is why i'm doing this, for no other reason then that.
I love it.
So,
last night i remembered why i joined band in the first place.
i remember my first 2 years of high school thinking nothing at all of marching band. Hardly acknowledging it's existance.
But then last year it hit me.
I have always had a definate respect, and love for music, and for those who create it.
And i realized that i wanted to do it.
I had given it a try in 5th grade, playing alto sax, but gave up on it because i wanted to play the drums.
and i never really got around to playing percussion in school band.
so up untill like the very end of my sophmore year, i hadnt played anything, except for bass guitar, which hardly counts.
So then for some reason, i decided to try the whole band thing again.
So i went and talked to mr. kershaw, and he said, "heres a tuba, this is how to play it" and he showed me.
apparently i cought on quick.
But then i realized that i was joining band for all the wrong reasons this time...(a girl)...(my girl)
So then i gave it up again.
At the begining of my junior year, i went and apoligized to mr.kershaw for quitting and talked to him about playing percussion and getting lessons from him.
So we did.
And then it was october of my junior year.
It was the homecoming football game.
It was halftime.
So i decided to watch the crowning of the queen junk that west deptford does.
But during halftime, there was something else.
There was a sudden army of green, black, and white, marching across the back of the field.
it was amazing.
The band took the field and it was the first time i realized what it was about.
I watched, and was honestly amazed.
I know, amazed by a marching band = lame. whatevs.
I watched the whole thing and thought, "i want to do this."
But the season already started, so it was to late to join the "masters of melody" tour.
But from then on, i was at every football game, not for the game or for the friends, but for the halftime show.
I went to every competition, wishing and waiting for next years season to come around.
I had it all planned, i would be on the drumline, not really caring what i was playing, but being happy that i was playing a drum.
So after the season, i continued getting lessons from kershaw, and went to boston and played percussion at graduation and such.
And then it was the end of the year. Which ment time for parades.
I was put on the biggest bass drum that the band has.
It was amazing. maybe not fun, but amazing.
But then of course i realized with the colitis factor that i would not be able to play any kind of marching drum for the season.
I didnt want to do pit becaue, well i need to be moving.
there were like 5 blanks at this point on the field, one of which was a trumpet blank.
i decided to try and fill it.
kershaw said no, but gave me the tuba again.
and so i played it.
and learned it all summer.
and then there was day camp, and band camp, and all that stuff, but you know how that works.
by the time i knew it, it was yesterday.
the day of our first performance.
I was nervous at first, especially after a shaky run through at rehersal.
but then we arched up for a run through just a bit before we were scheduled to go on.
And for the first time i felt like a part of something with definate potential.
It was beyond words.
and that was just the arched up warm up run through.
Then we found out we'd be playing in the gym and not marching our show at all.
Whateves.
As we marched into the gym, packed with people, we recieved our first real applause of the season.
it felt so good.
And then we played.
And we played, like i have never heared any band ever play before.
This is when i realized why i was in this.
this was what i wanted since 5th grade.
people to listen to the music that me and 80 of my friends(mostly) are creating, and be completly amazed, and to cheer, and smile and feel the music.
But it got better.
After, we decided to continueour amazing night, by having an encore performance, on the field, marching our show.
Alot of people stayed to watch, and again... amazing.
I have never seen our staff that excited before, not even all last season.
It was truely beyond words.
And that feeling, of knowing that this show, and this season are going to be huge, and knowing that this show can move people, and really make them listen, and excited and sad and happy all at the same time, that is why i'm doing this, for no other reason then that.
I love it.