As I tapped the time on my drumsticks 

I tapped into my memories 

Of when I stood in front of a section leader

As a much younger me 

Younger and naïve

Stubborn and rebellious 

Now I stood in front of my own section 

A group of mini me’s

Who rebelled just the same

Overtime my point of view has changed 

I now understood discipline, failure, and the cost of effort 

Likewise, I have now experienced the satisfying taste of victory 

And the bittersweet feeling of a final show

All had shaped me to never be the same 

Now it was my turn to call them to attention 

In a voice like that of the leaders of my past 

In this quick moment I knew

The young freshman turned section leader 

Had grown up as fast as a stick hit