Those horrible, hot days of summer band camp. Rehearsing drill until your legs burn. Doing the show until you are positively sick of the band director saying "let's do it one more time". Loading and unloading instruments, carrying flags and props on and off the field with the timing of a military offensive. Ice to relieve bruises on wrists, foreheads, busted knees, and ankles. Swollen lips. Doing push-ups. Standing at attention for five more minutes than you can bear. Sunburn. Wanting to sell your soul for five more minutes of sleep. Flags in the face, rifles in the ribs. Wanting to give it all up and just stay home. Hearing the show music in your sleep. Sectionals. Drumming on everything in sight, tossing anything you pick up, and trying to make music by blowing on paper a certain way. Thinking marching band was an easy way to get a half-credit in PE. Realizing color guard looked a lot easier than it is. Doing more push-ups. Wondering what happened to your life. Eating dinner on a bus and changing while trying to find the valve oil. Lost shoes and lost mouth pieces. Blisters on your hands from the poles. Blowing your chops, and blowing them more just to hear that perfect note. Long underwear under your uniform and icy wind in your face. Learning the fine art of sleeping on a bus. Tears and teasing. Learning you have 50 new brothers and sisters who stick by you through thick and thin. Knowing you have a hundred more parents that will fix your plume without having to ask, who will cheer for you even when you fall on your face in the mud on the 50 yard line. Laughing with others and learning more about yourself than you ever thought possible. Thinking the show will never work, and then, finally, it comes together and you have achieved perfection. Drumming your hands off, playing your brains out, and tossing higher than the sky. A slice of time on a field when everyone cheers and our moms wave and pictures get taken and once, just once, you have the world in your hands. The band marches off the field and down the track, always together whether it's a success or not, and you know by the feeling in your heart that it doesn't get any better than this. And you know that if the band director asked you to turn around and "do it just one more time,“ you would in a heartbeat.
TOMORROW IS THE DAY WE'VE ALL BEEN SO ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR MARCHING RED KNIGHTS!
It all comes down to about 15 and a half hours, and we'll be getting ready to walk onto the field at Tropicana Sun Dome for Semi-Finals...All we've got to do is play our hearts out, give it all we got, and leave it on the field; I guarantee that we'll have a really good chance of making it into Finals this year. When I think about tomorrow, I get shivers and it makes me feel really good inside to see how far this band program has come along in the past year or so. All I can say is that I'm proud of everyone for pushing, and for getting this far without any major problems or difficulties within our band. I love you guys, just remember that, and remember that all the band parents that go tomorrow to see us love you as well. Let's show the state of Florida what the North Fort Myers band has got and what we're all about!
-Kristina