"Inside every performer, there is a beginner who fell in love."
The danger of folding any type of large mat. People can like die in those things
it kind of sucks that I’m never at up school on the weekends because I always have guard, but I literally LOVE indoor rehearsals. I know they’re long and exhausting, but I always feel a little stronger & better after (and sore, but still). I don’t get why people always say they hate practicing and muster through the season because they love performing..me too but practice is like more than half of it so what’s the point of hating it lol ok rant over
Just auditioned for captain at my college :x
I was literally so nervous haha. They interview you in front of the entire marching band and they vote for the best (which is dumb like they probably don’t care who guard captain is at all) and I turned into a big red tomato lol they asked SO MANY QUESTIONS but everyone said i did well and the band director was doing that head-nodding thing so i’m kind of confident but at the same time i’m a freshman so it’s like….ok
Wanna get flexible? Try these stretches! Yoga is both good for your body and fun! :D
— (via marchingonward)
Well, this has been the craziest weekend of my life. We learned the ENTIRE winter guard show this weekend- drill AND choreography. I’ve never worked so hard in my life and neither has my body. I’m so so SO excited for this season! We have officially moved up classes to Scholastic A. Goodbye regional class ;)
The title of our show is “A Set of Belles”
My friend and I were JUST saying how someone should do an intense christmas indoor show. How fun!
Crossmen Drum & Bugle Corps - Protest
I miss the distraction. There was simplicity in just living, yet complexity in what we were doing. Constantly moving, with nothing to tie us down. We lived a nomadic lifestyle that only we understood. We were a family, the strongest kind. We did not get thrown together by fate, we went searching for each other. I miss my family. I also miss the long days. The days where we had no idea where we were. All we knew was what was on the whiteboard at breakfast. Eat. Rehearse. Eat. Pack. Load. Drive. Perform. Eat. Load. Drive. Sleep. Repeat. The days were exactly the same, but also different. We woke up each day with the same people with the same goals. Each day was an opportunity to make a few tunes and some pretty colors into something human. We had to become undeniable. Not individually, but as a family. As a drum corps. I miss drum corps. I miss what drum corps was. Every day was an opportunity to perfect a show, but every night was an opportunity to share yourself. It was an opportunity to let go and be who you wanted to be in the freest sense. I miss performing.
Transformation Tuesday! I was ugly freshman year… Nothing’s changed except for my section in the band.
It’s that time of year to take off silks and retape…