Now here's the long story.
So after rushing to the school 20 minutes late for hair braiding, I furiously wrote my last notes for the drumline. Mr. N gave us a big motivational speech (while i secretly wrote letters) and we loaded the busses. I don't really remember the ride there. I think me and Miller just listened to his ipod and ate lunch. Anyway, we got to Allentown, peed, got our instruments, crossed over the little bridge, and started warming up. During the warm up Itkor kept making comments like "Really? Is that how you want to play today?" and "Do you want to walk off that fielding thinking you could've played better?". Basically negative stuff. That got us all scared into thinking we were going to be awful. Before we went on, I asked Itkor to give us the speech that he gives every year during Northern States. He almost didn't, but then he gave in. It goes a little something like this: "So when I was a freshman, a sophomore, and a junior in the marching band, I always made fun of the seniors for crying at the last competition. I knew I would never cry. But when I hit the last set of the closer in my final show senior year, I raised my head and tears were streaming down my face." I've heard this speech four times, but this time it made me tear up. I had to fight them back into my eyeballs.
|Ryan and Miller. With Dan creeping. Post-Crying-my-face-off.|
....Can you tell? -_-
I know none of you will see this, and hopefully never will see this, but I am going to miss you all so much. I am so proud of you guys ! In Mara's words, what a beautiful ending to a beautiful four years. :)
Drumline Forever ♥