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Our Moment
Jan 8th, 2015 by Coral

I wish I could freeze time as I stand on the sideline, shoulder to shoulder with my closest friends. The stands are filled with thousands of people along with our competitors, cameras and lights shine on us from every angle imaginable. I feel so small for a moment.

Then the Drum Major lifts her hands and the show begins. I can feel the people around me silently counting until the moment we take the first step.   The small feeling disappears as I raise my Bass Clarinet to my lips and we play the first notes. The sound fills the stadium and my entire body, giving me power I have never felt before or since.

These feelings are not just the emotions of the music, they are the emotions of the past four years. Every moment I spent working to this is put onto the field, on display for the judges to see, to say whether we deserve to be here. Every moment is poured from our hearts and into the performance.

I learned Bass Clarinet my freshman year in order to be here. Sections became families, friendships were created and strengthened. We sang the school fight song on the bus and all gathered in a mass circle for the friend song after every competition. We trick or treated to each others hotel rooms whenever we traveled on Halloween. We carried on band traditions older than any of us are.

All of these moments, and more, fuel the music we play. A crescendo builds and the tempo matches my heartbeat pulse for pulse.  Every movement I make has a story of how I learned where to step, how it changed, and how the music bends the show.

The cheering explodes in the stands as we execute a complicated maneuver accompanied with intense music.

We enter the finale and I am invincible. Every step is calculated, practiced, perfected. Every note is tuned and clear.

The crowd disappears.

The judges, the cameras, all of them disappear until it is just me and my band.

We have laughed on the good days, we cried on the bad, we supported each other. The crescendo of the last note is distilled euphoria.

We are a band. We are family. This may be our last show, our last stand, but we will make it count.

We command the attention of the audience. No one can look away from us. They have just grasped that there is more meaning to the show than they can ever comprehend. This moment is our souls on display, shining and singing to be heard.

This is our victory. We worked harder than ever before and made something beautiful. Win or lose doesn’t matter as we turn and leave the field. The joy is tangible between us as sweat drips down our brows. We catch one another’s eye as we leave, and without breaking formation we communicate what we feel. Accomplished. Invincible. Incredible.

This is our moment.

Perfect Costume: Childhood Memory
Oct 31st, 2014 by Coral

The Earth is a rather cumbersome thing, I think to myself, it gets in the way a lot more than you’d think. I shift in my seat in the van, trying not to dent the massive paper Mache globe.  It is, to be certain, one of the most impressive Halloween costumes my family has ever done. It took weeks of gluing and pasting, and then painting all the continents and islands. But, at last, our masterpiece is ready.

Arriving at the Renaissance Center, I climb out and wait for my dad to lower the costume over me. Read the rest of this entry »

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