I hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive.
Livejournal, oh how you bring back memories.
What's there to say?
I've changed so very much in the last three months.
I love every second of it.
I'd like to take this chance in telling every one of my protagonists, Thank you.
Thank you for making me fight, for knocking me down, for making me question who I was.
Without that, without the constant wonder of who I was, and why I was so different, I would have surely fallen into the same rut you're in.
I can't tell you how much I love my friends, the ones who found me when I thought it was over.
I can't tell you how much the music means to me, it continues to lead me on, the way it did in the lonely years.
I'm finding myself making more friends, with people i've known for years, and people i've recently met.
New friends are amazing, old friends are gold.
I've also learned that the people who I thought hated me, really don't. They're just frosted over.
So, drum major...
I've talked about this quite a bit on my myspace blog, but livejournal has a different audience, so, here I go...
I really think i've got a chance. I know I'd be a good drum major. I know I would.
I would put 100% of myself into it at all time, I have already been practicing conducting pretty much constantly since I got the score.
You may not agree, so I'm going to ask you to think about somethings... Think about the work I've put into the band. Think about who I am, even if you don't talk to me, think about what I've dedicated my entire high school career to... Music, the raider regiment. I've missed maybe two practices in three years. I live the band. I breath the band. I want so very much to get everyone in the band to care about the music. To feel it, to want to live through music, to express their ideas through music. It's not an easy task, but I'll find a way, I know I can. I want to serve the band. I want to work hard for them, I want to be stressed and worked to the bone, because they deserve it. These kids, even the ones that give me a hard time, are my family. They have been there in a way that half of them don't even understand, in a way that half of them don't even realize. I remembered the feeling today during wind ensemble rehearsal. We were playing Shenandoah, I felt the music, where I hadn't for so long. We were making music together. A bunch of teenagers, playing music, just playing. It was just amazing, I don't really know how to explain it. That's all I want. Is to lead the music, to serve the music, to embrace the music.
What's there to say?
I've changed so very much in the last three months.
I love every second of it.
I'd like to take this chance in telling every one of my protagonists, Thank you.
Thank you for making me fight, for knocking me down, for making me question who I was.
Without that, without the constant wonder of who I was, and why I was so different, I would have surely fallen into the same rut you're in.
I can't tell you how much I love my friends, the ones who found me when I thought it was over.
I can't tell you how much the music means to me, it continues to lead me on, the way it did in the lonely years.
I'm finding myself making more friends, with people i've known for years, and people i've recently met.
New friends are amazing, old friends are gold.
I've also learned that the people who I thought hated me, really don't. They're just frosted over.
So, drum major...
I've talked about this quite a bit on my myspace blog, but livejournal has a different audience, so, here I go...
I really think i've got a chance. I know I'd be a good drum major. I know I would.
I would put 100% of myself into it at all time, I have already been practicing conducting pretty much constantly since I got the score.
You may not agree, so I'm going to ask you to think about somethings... Think about the work I've put into the band. Think about who I am, even if you don't talk to me, think about what I've dedicated my entire high school career to... Music, the raider regiment. I've missed maybe two practices in three years. I live the band. I breath the band. I want so very much to get everyone in the band to care about the music. To feel it, to want to live through music, to express their ideas through music. It's not an easy task, but I'll find a way, I know I can. I want to serve the band. I want to work hard for them, I want to be stressed and worked to the bone, because they deserve it. These kids, even the ones that give me a hard time, are my family. They have been there in a way that half of them don't even understand, in a way that half of them don't even realize. I remembered the feeling today during wind ensemble rehearsal. We were playing Shenandoah, I felt the music, where I hadn't for so long. We were making music together. A bunch of teenagers, playing music, just playing. It was just amazing, I don't really know how to explain it. That's all I want. Is to lead the music, to serve the music, to embrace the music.