March
I stand there the light is so bright it's blinding, there's people on my left and right, but I feel as though I am alone, I feel as though I can’t move, that I’m paralyzed
with fear
with joy
with anticipation
then next thing I know there’s a voice booming and you would think the entire would could hear it, my heart starts to speed up, boom
boom
boom
there’s a count off then the competition begins, the drum beat to my heart and I close my eye and do what I can do best march.
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