The rush you feel as you walk onto that field

The silent chanting coming from the crowds

Counting down the measures until you move

Slowly raising your instrument head 10 degrees above eye level

Eyes with pride and shoulders back

You feel the tempo running through your body

Your feet move quickly sweat running down your face gasping for air

Feeling the music 1^St movement is over in a pinch

Then 2^nd, 3^rd & finally it’s the 4^th movement

You’re tired, sweaty, feet hurting the only thing you’re thinking about is water

Eyes looking straight at the drum major as the music comes to an end

Instruments come down simultaneously, the rush is over

You hear the whistle blow and march off you evaluate with the others

Percussion plays as you walk back to the stands

The crowd cheers as you lift your head up with pride